In the vast emptiness of space, stars are born and die with grace. In this moment of final dusk there's beauty in the chaos. A symphony of fire and light. And all that we have built and known will crumble and be overthrown. Only accomplished in our ultimate evanescence. A blood-red sun descends in twilight's embrace Ancient cold ascends We carried our dreams like crowns adorned with the essence of greed. And in the dark recesses of our noble hearts, We savored resentment. Consumed by inferiority we trailblaze the path into final oblivion Crimson tides engulf the rotten lands Meant to drown the fallen kings A void of solace, where nothing redeems. When the anthem of growth drowns out the harmonies of our natural world, a Faustian pact sealed by false prophets empowered by the weak and the blind. Hubris, abundance and wealth of the few is tipping the scales But in the silence, where natures’ sighs linger a rebellion unfurls in the quiet spaces, between the cracks in the pavement of Eden Icarus soars, civilization crumbles, tragedy and beauty. Fly Icarus fly In skies untamed a daring quest, To touch the stars Pride embraced the sunlit spree, A fall from grace, a destiny. Fly Icarus fly Touch the sun And die Cry Icarus cry Fail your sons And die