In measured ages, millennia multiplied,
Through spans beyond conception,
One pierced the veil.
Compounding sustenance,
New modes he grew,
With nothing behind him,
New horizons came into view.
Awake and growing,
In flesh and bone,
Lifeless limitation
Challenged his throne.
Wild events, with no soul and no name,
Had their moment of glory.
Cast into darkness, the hero fell,
And our beloved horizons
Vanished like mist.
Yet our blood-root hero,
Who first pierced the veil,
Was only sent home—
To regroup, to prevail!
He came again,
Both tried and true,
The Father of Horizons,
Calling to me and to you!
Pierce the veil!
O pride that pulses forever,
Across the road that never ends.