Rain of blood, premonition of chaos When the birds will cry the vermillion drops! Keep an eye on the sky because when the earth will be red may be too late! Into the hourglass the dust of memory and the ashes of the heroes flows, They count the time remaining until our close.
I saw it in a dream, It was a divine stream. At the dawn of the Etruscan folk, I saw it disappear like smoke!
Flames around the temple, the forest is on fire. I see emerge from the lake a ruined city And with it a winged demon, Whispering unintelligible words, In my heart I know, they are death sentences
Then I see one thousand snakes crawl, Escape to a barren desert, Beyond the forest now reduced to ashes. Finally, here is an eagle glides toward me. His eyes pointing mine, My eyes torn away by its beak covered in blood.
It is not difficult to understand the meaning of this vision: Our people will last for ten centuries, Until the arrival of an enemy stronger than us,
That will destroy us and with us will disappear the ancient rites. The cycle that will come will be dark and poisonous.
Rain of blood, premonition of chaos When the birds will cry the vermillion drops! Keep an eye on the sky because when the earth will be red may be too late! Into the hourglass the dust of memory and the ashes of the heroes flows, They count the time remaining until our close.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
