rest the ancients of yore,
the time has past and they are last,
to be worshiped nevermore.
Once above this lowly world,
held above by power and might,
they are no longer held near our hearts,
they have faded in the night!
Is this our fate?
Our race to die as did gods?
Or are we more than they...?
We have lived beyond those idols,
we have learned the real,
WE are a mighty race,
of sound mind and zeal.
Hold fast to yourself,
we shall not go quietly into the night!
Hold fast for the world,
there is no warrant of fright!
Hear the beat within your chest,
smell the salt of the wave's crest!
This life shall not fade into the tales of yore,
we shall live and love in this world...
Forevermore.