When the earth comes to an end, the truth will stand, Amidst the rubble and the ruins, stark and grand. In silence deep, where shadows merge and blend, A beacon bright, where all the falsehoods end.
Through fire and storm, through dark and desolate land, Unmoved, unshaken, the pillars of truth withstand. As mountains crumble and oceans retreat, The heart of truth skips not a beat.
In this final hour, as stars dim their light, And darkness seems to claim eternal right, A single flame of truth burns ever bright, A guide, a hope, in the longest night.
So let the earth to ash and dust descend, On truth and love, our spirits will depend. For even when the world reaches its end, The truth, in its glory, will eternally stand.
