In the beginning of what we know as space and time There is a great catastrophe which swept through the land of the divine The one in which separates men from the gods The great barrier in which entices peculiar thoughts This divide of sorts that keeps us guessing From where did we come? And what is it that we're missing? What keeps us from holding tangible relation? With God in the sky beyond cosmic background radiation A signet, a sigil or whatever it is you'd call it Depicts the sun and the moon and love and befallen With tired eyes and thoughts of desperate unfairness For they know that this will be the last embrace that they'll cherish An explosion in the sky blew them miles apart Amidst the strange catastrophe that erupted in the stars Now the souls of the stars remain in our hearts, maybe One day we'll all go back to where it starts