Anima Inferna - Hannes Grossmann

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

Lead: Danny Tunker

Awaiting the last convulsion

Flaws, unfailing to blame

Reap the harvest of decline

From carbon soil may rise the end of time

Lead: Danny Tunker