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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