God is dead

God is dead, and the sky is silent,

Altars burn, lies no longer feed us.

The altar’s ashes birth a new human,

Without myth, without penance, without promise.

Smoke rises, chaos is law,

The universe indifferent, none rules over it.

We stand unshaken, our will is the light,

Every second of consciousness — an act of immediate might.

Without God, without myth, without sacred shadow,

We stand firm, our power held in our grasp.

The light is within us, the smoke is our hymn,

We are the last witnesses, our will is the reward!

Love is defiance, death shapes us,

Every fleeting moment proves our power.

Altars are ashes, smoke is our sign,

Our strength is light, every moment sharp and fine.

Without God, without myth, without sacred shadow,

We stand firm, our power held in our grasp.

The light is within us, the smoke is our hymn,

We are the last witnesses, our will is the reward!