Above the firmament of your gods
Below the pits of their fires
Therein life and the beating heart
One which you languish over the known and the unknown
It is but the nature of man
Lonely in birth as in death
For we carry nothing to the grave
But the knowledge, in this life, we gain
Heed, be earnest, I beseech thee
Does sulfur flow through your veins?
Do you need to burn?
Or has life scorned you dull?
Has it ever occurred to you that
This calling is but a manifestation
We inherited the will of Prometheus
We burn in memory of his fire
We shiver for each strike of the eagle
We hunger for freedom
DELIVER
Heed, be earnest, I implore thee
Do you shiver the nights with a fever, seeking answers?
As a rabid beast thirsts for blood,
Are you haunted by an unknown hunger?

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