Break down the world and mold it once again!
A jest chaotic that has run its time.
It had its birth in Hell and d**h and pain
And iron tears and blood and burning slime.
Not one white pebble on the crawling beach
But has a destiny as great as man,
Who down the years has sought, but cannot reach,
The stars that mock him and the gods that ban.
Break down the world, the sun is growing old,
And Life is weary and the moons are far.
Break down the world, and of its scattered gold
Beat out a single gem to crown a star.
Or let it float for all Eternity
A single star-mote in an endless sea.