If we all perished, fire, ice and disease
Rubble the epics that tell of our deeds
Millions of years then would pass like a breeze
Until life sheds fruit and replanted its seeds

If new people did grow and become us
They would live with what would not be the same
The fragments of gods, built with purpose
Give them the hope where for us it is lame

How could life not have some reason
When the works of the Lord all circle our earth
The scorched marks on the earth show the season
When the gods took their fury and lighted our mirth

We’ll burn up our planet and then they will see
We few were the gods and vengeful were we