Disperse - Profane The Ground

What we need to carry on

Primordial aim

Endeavour is fading though



Defending against destiny

Everything around different

Earth’s energy is depleted





This eon will end soon

only by us

If we don’t look at the stream

in the fountain

Those days, this dream wants to

sleep away



Closed in form

We don’t see the light

That emanates from the source

Endeavour wore off



No longer do I have

to be possessed by the mind

But sometimes tears

come when they try

to profane the ground



No longer do I have to be

possessed by the mind

But sometimes tears

come when they try

to profane the ground

I want to sleep away

This dream

Those days



This reality of greedy hunger

The nightmare is not only mine

Decadence is closer than now

Time of transition will come



No longer do I have to be

possessed by the mind

But sometimes tears

come when they try

to profane the ground