The Vanity of humanities (Remastered)

[English Version] [Intro] [Atmospheric sound of turning pages] [Low, pulsing synth bass] [Verse 1] To cross the fog, I longed to know, From one field to another, I sought my hope In cryptic words and learned lore In ancient poems, In wisdom's store [Chorus] [Music: Dramatic percussion and strings enter] All is vanity in the humanities, All lives, all dies — what truth remains to see? But how to soothe the torment of being born? What sacred book preserves the proven word? [Verse 2] [Music: Minimalist and rhythmic] In libraries I read philosophy, To understand, I lose myself in psychology In history’s tales, In social science's halls I had to read them all — the tragic calls [Chorus] All is vanity in the humanities, All lives, all dies — what truth remains to see? But how to soothe the torment of being born? What sacred book preserves the proven word? [Bridge] [Music: Tense strings, building intensity] Yes, books are always close at hand Once blood is written, fire leaves no stain Neither time nor wind, nor wear, nor pain Nor thought itself — save oblivion's reign [Chorus] [Music: Grand orchestral climax] All is vanity in the humanities, All lives, all dies — what truth remains to see? But how to soothe the torment of being born? What sacred book preserves the proven word? [Outro] [Music: Fading to a solitary rhythmic beat] Let nothing gather, let nothing stay, Let all things live, then fade away. I choose to dive in ancient lore, To read for life, and nothing more… [Final echoing heartbeat] [End]