Though the way be ever so long,
Though the mount be ever so high,
We will walk with our spirits strong
And the gods we will defy!

We were told—we two– at the start,
That Olympus was angry at men,
Too much pride was lifting each heart;
The god’s vengeance was ready for them.

But we laughed, and their hate did not heed,
For we, too, were ready for they—
To prove they were ghosts, our next deed,
Or to fight, and to conquer and slay!

We are done with false demons of night;
We are finished with sacrifice—yes!
We will stand up for truth and for right
And die, or find true happiness!

For the pride of a man in his mind,
In his thinking and judgment, his truth,
It must not to the wastes be consigned,
But spring his own fountain of youth!

Though the way be ever so long,
And the mount be ever so high,
We will walk with our spirits strong
And the gods we will defy!