Riding white horses through the woods, The hunt should be over soon. Chasing an innocent doe, The dogs will surround it fast. Living a peaceful existence, The three lords were prince, duke and count. Announcing the end of the game, Now the horn is sounding loud.
Rich and powerful... Devoid of moral considerations...
Above the fragility of life, Unconscious vanity, Luxury and opulence, The sweet taste of evil.
All the vices, Forgotten virtue, The seven deadly sins, No fear of Hell.
Crossing swords, Always filled with joy, Drinking and eating to excess, Without thinking about their demise.
Why being so afraid? Will they witness the end? Is the Apocalypse coming? How much time is left?
So many useless questions, No clue, no answer. The original sin, The only cause of Death. Time to have a rest, Near this old cross. An ancient calvary, In the middle of this lost place.
This is when the falcon flew away from them, So high in a red sky, towards the sunset. Diverted from their habits, What could have bothered them? Suddenly, before their eyes, The most nightmarish vision ever.
Then one raised his arms to the sky, The other put his hands on his chest, The last one tried to turn back.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
