Born of Thorns

Towards a New Horizon

Born of Thorns


O winter stars - so bright 
Thy features - most beautiful 

My angel, my goddess, the full 
Moon and thy radiant light 
Lead us on our aspiring flight 
Through falling snow and mournful 
Scenes, past cold and delightful 
Sceneries in the darkest night 

To escape the preconceptions 
Of man and yet again fail on that 

Alas! We hasten our evolution's 
Pace and nature, whereat 
They forsake us, the creations 
Of starbound love in human format 

Ah! Thou art less than divine 
The stars of the northern sky 

My angel, a constellation, thy 
Guidance falls into a decline 
Still so luminous, but stars shine 
Brightest before they die 

We elude the confines of man and thereby 
Reach for the one we enshrine 

Finally, as the centuries have pass 
We have grown out of thorns to realize 
That every course leads to an impasse 
Even in a system of this size 
'Twas an error to try to surpass 
mankind or e'er attempt to arise 

On the edge of humanity and a new frontier 
We perceive that nothing has chang'd 

Alas! All the luminaries derang'd 
From what we saw from our hemisphere 
'Twas a failure to adhere 
To thee! For years on end we rang'd 
Along darkness and thus became estrang'd 

Lo! The distort'd visage! O the fear 
Of being left here on a backward-land 

My angel, our universe! As before 
We voyage in darkness and 
Cold, through falling snow or 
Fallen stars in the grand 
Solitude - now and for evermore