Visionary after visionary brought hope after hope.
Each one took us closer to the brink of apocalyptic war.
The victors would claim the high ground and profess to be the one true way.
They’d decide who was good and evil, inflicting justice on those in their wake.
There is nothing so sacred that it can not be profaned,
and to rise and bring change one must go to a further extreme.
So as the rulers spread their order to satisfy their people and gods,
from the hatred of the denied would emerge the sum of all fears.

And it would begin again, another bloody purge.
Pushing beyond the limits of what can be endured.
Searching in desperation for a way to end the pain.
Building the ultimate weapon so we would never have to fight again.
But never, never is a short time indeed.

What kind of men would build such a thing, this thing that I hold in my hands,
which can destroy all life on earth by the will of a single man?
Years ago it was the answer, in fear of it all would obey,
but men cannot cower forever and the barbarians are at the gate.

Are you insane? Are we insane?

Should I pass judgment on the whole human race?
We could never bring peace to the world.
We could never live up to our dreams.
And I am the last man on the face of the earth.

The cycle of horror must come to an end.
The future must be cleansed from the sins of the past.
And as I pull the trigger and flames engulf the earth,
the darkness falls around me but there is no end.
For even in death the madness continues.