Saturday, September 5, 2009

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The Rites of Chaos

The insipid illusion are only gray tears
In the cold air of the city's tragic fear felt
feel the breath of infernos

The rise of the dead is
come open, the portals of chaos the seventh black flame


with this bloody dawn it will happen
Then I will clean wash my soul
To the mind and the body from the throat
deny that I will fight I can not

because my wisdom is fear


To the cry of the silent to drown I sing
From the old days, of calm, of silence begin peace ...


The Rites of Chaos
The waves of the ocean are a request of the gods

The twins announce their saint An army will come calling

make their dark rituals on the Pacific shore

Right where we are waiting on them


The day will come Advances

The end closer


We are ready, free of all loads

Freed from all fear

We want to put our fate

We are the Chosen

We will bring peace?


we bring peace?

we bring peace?

we bring freedom?


What will you see when you
me on the day of decision look in your eyes?
happiness, anger, sorrow, love, loneliness? None of this

because I saw someone else in your


Someone who wants to live his dreams ....

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