Dead gods or a god to rise Already it is time to a different night It is time to every thing change Or it is time to every thing end The blood was always red But the world hath never a single flag The view was never so gray Day by day, decay by decay
And from all the civilizations Shall remain a dirty dust of humanity The next domain Shall not be by a thirteenth Caesar Blessed... Are ye waiting for the death of future?
I could hear the cries of slaves from Giza
The last apple - rotting All the pillars - crumbling
Honour, forgotten Victory, distorted War by war Shiva, shew a trishula like never before Desperate battles, vainly praises And in the silent empire of decay A Dionysus chalice shall be raised And we will drink from it
The times shall always change But the greed shall always be the same Eternal paradox of existence: Acts of chaos, dreams of peace
Tiwanaku, reveal its mysteries
Die with these carcasses of fantasies I stay with the stars to the infinity
Let the fire from all ages burn slowly Let the rain fall tirelessly Let them be smashed by their own steps Here I have raised my temple
All the hope drowned in Pison The future stained in crimson
Distante, além das sombras da Suméria Ganância, sem berço ou sepultura E na carne está o início da tragédia?
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