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The age of miracles, assent of man in strident tones
Realms of fantastic have been forged by folly speed and steel
Out of the cones stream forth, creation is not yet complete
New species come, old species fall to nature once again.

Now that I've found god on every side - and in every legion

Revolution
Points of no return
Evolution
We cross the rubicon

The shipyards blaze, vibrant arsenals wait their turn
Idols of rational worlds to worship power, to worship strength
Great crowds excited by riot, pleasure, work
Insane crusades, destructive gesture of the freedom bringers
And all the bells shall toll, as holy banners fly
And all with talk of freedom

Revolution
Points of no return
Evolution
We cross the rubicon

Let rage and hate of races run from Adam down
The magic of our science shines brighter than a thousand suns
Liberty in new dimensions ruthless and spectacular
Obliteration shall be poetry of 'Golden Dwans'
And as the people thrill, I stand and comprehend upon the threshold.

Revolution
Points of no return
Evolution
We cross the rubicon
The age of miracles, assent of man in strident tones    Realms of fantastic have been forged by folly speed and steel    Out of the cones stream forth, creation is not yet complete    New species come, old species fall to nature once again.       Now that I've found god on every side - and in every legion       Revolution    Points of no return    Evolution    We cross the rubicon       The shipyards blaze, vibrant arsenals wait their turn    Idols of rational worlds to worship power, to worship strength    Great crowds excited by riot, pleasure, work    Insane crusades, destructive gesture of the freedom bringers    And all the bells shall toll, as holy banners fly    And all with talk of freedom       Revolution    Points of no return    Evolution    We cross the rubicon       Let rage and hate of races run from Adam down    The magic of our science shines brighter than a thousand suns    Liberty in new dimensions ruthless and spectacular    Obliteration shall be poetry of 'Golden Dwans'    And as the people thrill, I stand and comprehend upon the threshold.       Revolution    Points of no return    Evolution    We cross the rubicon