Mankind's key to immortality
Lies in its creativity.
Stars won't shine unless we say—
The sun won't burn the day away.
A word-crafted sword slices across
The throat of a man bearing a cross:
Faith and fate contrast tonight.
The world is filled with dark and light.
Make those who bear you whole.
All the things you stole
Will never be returned to us:
Nights made sleepless,
Hearts made broken,
The world has been shooken.
Immortality and revenge, in one hand
Depression and sorrow—creative soul, understand:
You are a curse, an exquisite pain.
Tear us down and build us again.
Construct us, destruct us, end us now.
We'll find a way through it, somehow.
Worry not, love us not—
Make us happy, we'll be forgot.
End the days and take my pain:
I will never be creative again.