A superimposed image of reality
Fades as we exhume the mirage
And the beast from the cosmic void
Speaks like us, looks like us
He demonstrates his power
And sours dreams in his wake
To challenge him is to bring
Devastation upon us all
Behold!
Hail!
We are the insects of the cosmos
On a tiny rock in the ether
We are the grains of sand
From which this temple is built