At the Precipice of the World

We live on the edge of the Universe
And None shall ever know of us--
We live on the edge of the Universe,
And rise to another day--

None shall ever know of us,
But we stand ever vigil
To rise another day
Upon the sands of Time,

We stand ever vigil
And look on towards the ever approaching Darkness
Upon the Sands of Time--
To each world its own

To look on towards the ever approaching Darkness--
And for each, we shall End--
To each world its own
Fountain of Ever--

For we shall each End,
And Naught has us in Its grasp--
The first Fountain of Ever
Drives us to our goals--

Naught has them in Its grasp,
And None may save one--
Our goals are to be driven
By None, who may yet prevail--

None may save the one
Thing to release us,
And None may yet prevail
Lest Naught finds Its way--

The thing to release us
Lurks behind us, within the ever-lengthy World,
Lest Naught finds Its way;
We shall always believe--

That that which lurks behind us, within the ever-lengthy World,
Must have None in it--
We shall always believe
That the stars are shining,--

That None is behind us,--
That which we can see,
We shall always believe--
Somewhere in the vast World,

That which we can see,
Holds None in Its borders,
In the vast World--
There is no question of doubt.

That which we can see
Holds Naught, and our world;
There is no question of doubt--
There is nothing we should Truly fear--

We look on towards the ever approaching Darkness,
And Naught has us in Its grasp
As we stand ever vigil
For the sake of None--

There is no question of doubt--

(But we still do--)