Alexis Karpouzos At The End Of Time Lyrics

I know that our efforts all come to nothing. Analyze life, tear its trappings off,
lay it bare with thought, with logic, with philosophy, and its emptiness is
revealed as a bottomless pit; its nothingness frankly confesses to
nothingness, and Despair comes to perch in the soulI know the end of us all
is nothing, I know that at the end of Time, the reward of our toil will be
nothing — and again nothing. I know that all our handiwork and all our ideas
will be destroyed. I know that not even ash will be left from the fires that
consume us. I know that our ideals, even those we achieve, will vanish in the
eternal darkness of oblivion and final non-being. There is no hope, none, in
my heart. I know, No promise, none, can I make to myself and to others. No
recompense can I expect for my labors. No fruit will be born of my thoughts.
I know the time — eternal seducer of all men, eternal cause of all effects — offers me nothing but the blank prospect of annihilation. So, my dignity is
broken and weak, in recognition of my impending defeat.

The man who is alone, who stands on his own feet, who is stripped bare, who
asks for nothing and wants nothing, who has reached the apex of
disinterested­ness not through blind renunciation but through ex­cess of clear
vision, turns to the world which stretches out before him as a burned prairie,
as a devastated city — a world in which no churches, asylums, refuges, ideals,
are left — and says: «Though you promise me nothing I am still with you, I
am still an atom of your energies, my work is part of your work; I am your
companion and your mirror as you march on your merciless way. But I owe
nothing to any one. I would be responsible to freedom alone.