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Who are we
to oblige the stars
to sooth our pain
to heal our scars
To seek, to find and not to yield
as we flee from a dying earth
like rats from a shinking ship
Out of a silent world
New beginning for the last of their kind
We destroyed the book of life
before we even learned to read
It's time the Orphans of Gaia
head Back to the stars from which they came
and all that remains for someone to find are
Ruins
of an ancient civilization
ruins
stand like skeletal remains
The sky calls to us
Can you hear it?
Can you hear the sky?
Hear the call of the sky
[Ulysses:]
"Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."
"We are a way
for the cosmos
to know itself"
Who are we
to oblige the stars
to sooth our pain
to heal our scars
But is it not our
sacred duty
to carry a green
promethean spark
Ignite the cosmos
to venture far
across the vastness
the sea of stars?
To seek, to find and not to yield
as we flee from a dying earth
like rats from a shinking ship
Out of a silent world
New beginning for the last of their kind
We destroyed the book of life
before we even learned to read
It's time for the Orphans of Gaia
head Back to the stars from which they came
and all that remains for someone to find are
Ruins
of an ancient civilization
ruins
stand like skeletal remains
to oblige the stars
to sooth our pain
to heal our scars
To seek, to find and not to yield
as we flee from a dying earth
like rats from a shinking ship
Out of a silent world
New beginning for the last of their kind
We destroyed the book of life
before we even learned to read
It's time the Orphans of Gaia
head Back to the stars from which they came
and all that remains for someone to find are
Ruins
of an ancient civilization
ruins
stand like skeletal remains
The sky calls to us
Can you hear it?
Can you hear the sky?
Hear the call of the sky
[Ulysses:]
"Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."
"We are a way
for the cosmos
to know itself"
Who are we
to oblige the stars
to sooth our pain
to heal our scars
But is it not our
sacred duty
to carry a green
promethean spark
Ignite the cosmos
to venture far
across the vastness
the sea of stars?
To seek, to find and not to yield
as we flee from a dying earth
like rats from a shinking ship
Out of a silent world
New beginning for the last of their kind
We destroyed the book of life
before we even learned to read
It's time for the Orphans of Gaia
head Back to the stars from which they came
and all that remains for someone to find are
Ruins
of an ancient civilization
ruins
stand like skeletal remains
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