Profane the Ground

What we need to carry on
Primordial aim
Endeavour is fading though

Defending against destiny
Everything around indifferent
Earth's energy is depleted

This eon will end soon
Only by us
If we don't look at the stream
In the fountain

Those days, this dream
Won't sleep away

Closed in form
We don't see the light
That emanates from the source
Endeavour wore off

No longer do I have to be
Possessed by the mind
But sometimes tears come
When they try to profane the ground

No longer do I have to be
Possessed by the mind
But sometimes tears come
When they try to profane the ground

I want to sleep away
This dream, those days

This reality of greed and hunger
The nightmare is not only mine

The decadence is closer than now
The time of transition will come now

No longer do I have to be
Possessed by the mind
But sometimes tears come
When they try to profane the ground