Concerned of unavoidable forthcomming war I've glanced into the abyss of creation Througt the darkness of the dismal past, I've foreseen the future - Death and damnation
What is madness, what is sane? Throught The Book of Life we live But with wisdom only sorrow we have gained The more knowledge, the more grief
All you know turns into dust, decay to ash before your eyes Ruthless time is killing you, now you're born but live is through There is nothing new is said or done In this senseless world under moon and sun
See generations succeeded each other What did they achieve? What profit has a man of all his labour? Everything is meaningless, a chasing after the wind
The sun rises and then sets, men spend days full of regrets Filled with sadness, full of grief every night minds do not rest There is nothing new is said or done In this senseless world under moon and sun
All things you were toiling over in comming days will be forgotten There is no remembrance and the fate will overtake both fool and wise man
I perceived that all is vanity of vanities And eternal vexation of spirit From the beginning we all are doomed To be caught by the hateful whirlwind of being
Life's just a coincidence, without goal and without sense Something new I will invent to end all sorrows and laments Extinguish all live forms and I'm not mad I've just deny false boundaries of good and bad