Anima Inferna

All the laws have come to an end
But flaws unfailing remain
All your past was mine
For myself - demand, after all
The sublime

All crafts move to one stream
A stream we think is the main one
So clear it seems to be our dream
But all results feel the same

Our conclusion, a grand delusion
Are we the kings of our times?
While we limit what others would die for
Human limits stack and outreach the sky

Awaiting the last convulsion
Flaws, unfailing to blame
Reap the harvest of decline
From carbon soil may rise the end of time

Ring the bell for our demise
Abundantly one shall step aside

Infusions of gross illusions
Blood red runs through all veins
We harvest what we seeded before
Self-created "threats" are at the door

A cycle of violence can just be broken
By non-violence
Yet men still push against the wheel

Awaiting the last convulsion
Flaws, unfailing to blame
Reap the harvest of decline
From carbon soil may rise the end of time