The solitary purpose

To outshine the heavens in our minds

Thoughts rain down a thousand suns

Flicker on the surface of the own

The principle of reason

Wielded once in service of the all

Detached from the master’s hand

Blind and writhing ever toward the end

Bleeding out

A macerated land

In veneration

Raise a monument to man

Marching onward

Treading on the scars

In procession

The solitary purpose

To outshine the heavens in our minds

Thoughts rain down a thousand suns

Flicker on the surface of the own