Terminus
MechinaThe 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