Gazing at the stars to contemplate the darkness that's beyond A strange familiar face came into mind as all hope's lost and gone New faith will be found until the final end of days The pantheons will be exchanged with different and inferior gods to praise A tiny change in the course of time may tear world's history to shreds All we feed our children is the blood that we have shed Centuries will pass, enemies will be different, yet the same Wars will come and go as will lives, cultures, eras and faith The cosmos shines Illuminating Our reflections in the sea A new constellation A foreshadowing Of what chants my heirs shall sing Across the river Styx we fly Conquered all burdens of the afterlife Life itself remains a myth To those that never take and merely give The crown of thorns is burned Elder gods awake, soon to return We have cleansed the world with fire Left ash and ruins we now admire As I stare into the sunset of the world I dearly hate Agonies of people unbeknownst, illusions of freedom raped The lessons we were taught appear so small in a world this grand The amount of fallen ones is so great compared to those that still stand Across the river Styx we fly Conquered all burdens of the afterlife Life itself remains a myth To those that never take and merely give The crown of thorns is burned Elder gods awake, soon to return We have cleansed the world with fire Left ash and ruins we now admire Upon the coals of life we trot Past paths on which we could never walk Sow the spirit, harvest insight Exploring Eden beyond wrong and right Like a maiden on a river's bank Waiting for her lover's ship that long since sank Man tries to build what simply cannot be In this age of false clarity The old man next to me is so young and has never found true love He doesn't believe in anything, neither man below nor god above In a year or two they'll play the music to his doom And I will follow him, as will the sun and as will the moon He has lived beneath the surface for the entirety of his prime He has not seen the sun and he will not for the rest of his time Like countless others he has reached the point of no return About life we mused but never did and shall we learn With ailing limbs Through vacant eyes The gray man faces me and chides Observe our realm See its true guise And you will be as plagued with grief as I Upon the coals of life we trot Past paths on which we could never walk Sow the spirit, harvest insight Exploring Eden beyond wrong and right Like a maiden on a river's bank Waiting for her lover's ship that long since sank Man tries to build what simply cannot be In this age of false clarity Across the river Styx we fly Conquered all burdens of the afterlife Life itself remains a myth To those that always take and never give The crown of thorns is burned Elder gods awake, soon to return We have cleansed the world with fire Left ash and ruins we now admire