Deathless, though godheads be dying, Surviving the creeds that expire, Illogical, reason defying, Lives that passionate, primal desire; Insistent, persistent, forever Man cries to the silence, "Never Shall Death reign the lord of the soul, Shall the dust be the ultimate goal— I will storm the black bastions of Night, I will tread where my vision has trod, I will set in the darkness a light, In the vastness, a god." |