We are the men who strive to become gods

 

This is an age of new

awake from your dreams

break your eternal silence, as vile as it seems.

We are the men who strive to become gods.

 

Where does the fault lie?

We see all on the news

Infinite passion and pain

That takes us towards a lost eternity.

 

That nothing be to strange for tragedy

For muses sing of the death of our gods

Darkening thoughts in the hearts of men

Bring forth the days of man-made doom.

 

You can look out at a sea of faces

All in despair, and now broken to the world,

That they once called home

What progress has been advanced by all this suffering?

 

 

 

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