They envy us
The gods
Every fleeting moment lived
Gives our final place in the order
We cannot fathom infinity
We lead with our mortality
A deed is done and made greater
Knowing that it may be our last
Seeking our swan song
Our flames snuff quick
And thus must burn bright
But at least our worries are not eternal
We worry not for our lives
They will be taken all the same
We seek only glory
For the chance of it is fleeting
We will find that which kills us
In our redemption
We find absolution
In the promise of the void
This quest we all share
That the gods cannot know
Seeing the light at the end of our tunnel
Revelation in our final moment
Paradox 