Terminus-Mechina

Breathe the air of this modern world The scattered seeds have sown a generation Whose evolution is both body and mind I see a world destined to leave its imprint upon the stars Condemning their past to the blackness of space This future empire will never find the books that enslave We were born to conquer the stars This freedom will conquer the gods We assemble among these stars as brothers not tyrants We are finally free from gods None shall obey or kneel before any god We can now see This future form as reality Our voices are carried off in the wind Into a distant sky to be spoken again We were born to conquer the stars This freedom will conquer the gods We were born to conquer the stars This freedom will conquer the gods We shall not bear the weight of our past Nor inject ourselves with its poison There is no place for faith There is no reason to hate Arise from your knees There is no use to pray Our voices carried off in the wind Into a distant sky Open your eyes For we have redefined heaven We were born to conquer the stars This freedom will conquer the gods We assemble among these stars as brothers not tyrants We are finally free from gods None shall obey or kneel before any god We can now see This future form as reality We were born to conquer the stars This freedom will conquer the gods We assemble among these stars as brothers not tyrants This final empire This last horizon A simple glance upward was all we needed We were born to conquer the stars This freedom will conquer the gods We assemble among these stars as brothers not tyrants