Bow down to the birth of the new man
Through the sunset of a race a new time of glory
All of us - the will to survive
Few of us - the will to move on
No life is too short to be wasted with no signs of honour
An everlasting eye beholds the rise of a golden day
while immortality closes its arms
One and deathless
Outworn of mankind is the chain to break up in fragments
A step towards the perfection. A step that justifies 
despair
one last picture through despair
That is our peace: a given privilege to die
A craven descent to oblivion
but nothing higher than that to rest upon
the only indelible sign to a discerning eye
that beholds the rise of a golden day while immortality 
closes its arms
Born from the ashes of the divine perished glory
Abolishing death in the supremacy of a new man