Anima Inferna Songtext
von Hannes Grossmann

All the loss has come to an end
But flaws unfailing remain
All your past was mine for my self′s demand
After all the sublime

Our craft moves through one stream
A stream we think is the main one
So clear it seems to be our dream
But our results feel the same

Our conclusion a grand illusion
Are we the kings of our kinds?
Why we live and what others would die for
Human limits stack and outreach the sky


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

Ring the bells for our demise
Abundantly one shall step aside
Confusions 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 world

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