The End of the Cycle

If I knew why there's something, not nothing at all
Maybe I'd find the answers to stand tall
If I held the secrets, the truth of the world
Would I face the end, where darkness look-out?

The end is galloping, it's coming fast
From the skies, the ground, it doesn't matter
No need for prophets, the signs are clear
We've forged our doom, day by day

Who holds the world, the fragile chain?
What's the meaning of life, the joy, the pain?
Animals live, they don't ask why
In an endless cycle of death and violence

Judgment day, they call it that way
Will we answer for the havoc we've betrayed?
Why all the suffering, why all the lies?
Will our hearts weigh less than a feather?

The end is galloping, it's coming fast
From the skies, the ground, it doesn't matter
No need for prophets, the signs are clear
We've forged our doom, day by day

Who holds the world, the fragile chain?
What's the meaning of life, the joy, the pain?
Animals live, they don't ask why
In an endless cycle of death and violence

The judgment looms, a scale of fate
Will hearts be light, or sealed with hate?
Misery lingers, why so much pain?
When nothing remains, what's there to gain?

Who holds the world, the fragile chain?
What's the meaning of life, the joy, the pain?
Animals live, they don't ask why
In an endless cycle of death and violence

Judgment day, they call it that way
Will we answer for the havoc we've betrayed?
Why all the suffering, why all the lies?
In an endless cycle of death and violence

Between belief and doubt, the end won't wait
It comes like a thief, sealing our fate