’till the End of All
A feeling is drowning me,
Hampered respiration makes me think.
What is the meaning of life?
What’s the goal of my existence?
Torment is grinding my body and makes me see,
That every desire can be satisfied by the fight to achieve it.
The endeavour in order to know the unknown,
Will cease to be if death comes.
The goal… Is death.
And life… Is a struggle.
And the goal of mankind… Is this struggle itself.
This struggle… Itself.
The battle makes me fear,
But I feel that I cannot wait,
To fight my own personal war,
Day by day, ’till the end of all.
Torment is grinding my body and makes me see,
That every desire can be satisfied by the fight to achieve it.
The endeavour in order to know the unknown,
Will cease to be if death comes.
The battle makes me fear,
But I feel that I cannot wait,
To fight my own personal war,
Day by day, ’till the end of all. |
