The sun is dying day and night
And earth is sliding under us,
Our thoughts are faster than the light,
And we don't pray to any gods.
The fate is ours alone:
Decision to revise the laws,
We throw rivers in the stone
To show the nature who's the boss.
Ironic twist of our story:
The gods who don't believe in gods,
Immortal soul in it's glory
Lives in a cage of flesh and bones.
Ascend, oh mighty human race!
And take your rightful cosmic clay.
Shape every inch of every place:
You are born a hunter, not a prey.