A Cura

There will be
In every port it will wave
The old flag of life
It will light up
Every lighthouse will illuminate
A glimmer of hope

And it will come
It will be when least expected
From where no one imagines
It will demolish
All vain certainty, nothing will remain
Stone upon stone

Meanwhile, it doesn't hurt to insist
On the question of desire, not letting it extinguish
Challenging once and for all the notion
In which it is believed that hell is here
There will be
And every race will then experience
For every evil, the cure

There will be
In every port it will be hoisted
The old flag of life
It will light up
Every lighthouse will illuminate
A glimmer of hope

And it will come
It will be when least expected
From where no one imagines
It will demolish
All vain certainty, nothing will remain
Stone upon stone

Meanwhile, it doesn't hurt to insist
On the question of desire, not letting it extinguish
Challenging once and for all the notion
In which it is believed that hell is here
There will be
And every race will then experience
For every evil, the cure

Meanwhile, it doesn't hurt to insist
On the question of desire, not letting it extinguish
Challenging once and for all the notion
In which it is believed that hell is here
There will be
And every race will then experience
For every evil, the cure