Paving new frontiers
probing mysteries
Fear is no inhibition
when destined for discovery
From the bile morass of the bovine herd,
from the sleeping millions in mediocrity immersed,
Stand the chosen few
whose views gauge beyond the race
Stand the chosen few
to herald forth a new age
whose dreams shall see reality -
whom history shall make
Blessed art thou truly
Whom venture the unknown
You are truly human
In a world of dead souls

In the wake of tragedy,
Remain strong
Never in vain lay those
Who’ve passed on

No doom nor death
deters investigation
Encomiums for perseverance,
harbingers of exploration
Stand the chosen few
to herald forth a new age
whose dreams shall see reality -
whom history shall make
Standing true, the prying minds
whom bear us lairs of secret finds
Fantasy to reality
how grateful we, for such as thee
Blessed art thou truly, whom venture the unknown
You are truly human in a world of dead souls

Charging hard through oblivion
Come heroism or come death
Despite all admonition,
for the truth you are destined
And in the face of danger,
and in the wake of tragedy
Your deeds restore our admiration
Blessed art thou truly

Blessed art thou truly

In the wake of tragedy,
remain strong
Never in vain lay those
who’ve passed on

-Count MoriVond