Thou - At the Foot of Mt. Drissk** lyrics

We are but antlings Vain in our a**umptions We would presume, we would presume To grasp at the unfathomable We would presume, we would presume To dress it as man, to give it names To speak its intentions, to speak its intentions Yet we are humbled beneath the shadow Of true greatness, and now the earth crest rises To meet our gaze, to meet our gaze We are but fleas, we are but lice We are nothing, we are nothing Insignificant dust motes Blown away by the breath of time Vague memories of no consequence Vanquished are the fires in the eyes of the friends I knew Just as they are deafened to my wasted breath Each one more wasted than the others Now I see through the illusion of permanence I am diminished in the presence of vastness Useless are my tools of science, of religion There is no understanding of limitless power We are at peace in our minor, subordinate role Accept our frail, short lives