No More Worlds (Alexander the Great)

Album: The Cosmos and the Heart

He stood at the Hyphasis where the world runs out
Eight years from home, beyond the reach of doubt
His armies knelt — not in awe, but in broken will
The man who owned the earth stood perfectly still

No more worlds — the hunger has no name
No more edges left to drive beyond the frame
He swallowed every horizon, every shore, every plain
But when the map runs out…
The longing still remains

Persepolis burned on a night of wine and rage
He called it justice — just another page
But somewhere in that fire was the line he'd never find
Where the god-king and the warlord share the same blind mind

No more worlds — the hunger has no name
No more edges left to drive beyond the frame
He swallowed every horizon, every shore, every plain
But when the map runs out…
The longing still remains

He wept inside his tent while the generals stood and waited
Not grief — but the ache of appetite unsated
Twenty-nine years old, and the earth had given all it had
The loneliest summit is the summit that drives a man mad

Babylon was waiting with the fever and the cup
A god who named himself had no one to look up
At thirty-two the world fell silent at his name

But look what grew from the wreckage of the man
Alexandria still breathes across the dust and sand
The libraries, the language — the philosophy he spread
His empire didn't die with him
It lives inside our heads
The conqueror and the visionary — they were never two apart
The same hand set the world on fire
That rebuilt it from the heart

No more worlds — the hunger never fades
No more empires born from unanswered crusades
We live inside the ruins of a dream too grand for one
We are Alexander's echo…
Still reaching for the sun

No more worlds
No more worlds
The map has ended
The hunger hasn't
No more worlds