Tracing Lines

We are not of this world
We are the last of a dying breed
Consumed by an infinite darkness
We leave our universe in search of light

Orbiting the outer worlds
Standing on the edge of existence
We are the last of a dying breed
A search for life begins
Guided by constellations

We are forever reaching out
To a universe that will not reach back
In search of life we find ourselves
In an infinite galaxy of stars this one world holds the key
In search of life we find ourselves

Remnants of an outer world seeking salvation on our own
Drifting through the endless abyss, we are alone
Time is wearing thin and our end is imminent
Changing fate has never been simple but we stand to prevail
Re-writing what was written in the stars has never been an easy task
We are all born of the stars
We are alone
In an infinite galaxy of stars this one world holds the key

Facing their imminent destruction
Man prepares for war
As darkness approaches
Wormholes appear in the sky
Man makes their final stand