I remember the blood on his hands So ashamed regretting his faults So defenseless he came from the darkness We spoke and had a good talk
Dark old hat reminds me of someone I find hard to recall Bowed his head surrendering to sorrow Wears the face of war Desperate cries
Desperate cries Running in circles Mourning in vain Resigning to terror A sinful warfare A sinful warfare Innocents die Lost in the faith from my fragile heart... ... From my heart
Wearing black, a bow without arrows God, have mercy on his soul Eyes of dread, entrenched in horror My devotions are gone!
Desperate cries Running in circles Mourning in vain Resigning to terror A sinful warfare Atrocious attack Atrocious attack My crusaders faith Drowns in religious blood
But I'll fight till the end Gonna find my Holy Grail
Running blind against the faith Reason slips away Churches falling like castles on the sand Ends the Holy War Have the good for bad
What does a man gain from his work? Under the sun where he labors
What is so good for a man in life? During his days he's just like a shadow
Vanitas! Vanitas! Utters the oracle A chasing after the wind
Meaningless! Meaningless searches for wisdom Everything is in vain like your hunting for shadows
Lost my pride, fought in vain Had to find reasons to my pain - Oh!
Running blind against the faith Running blind again Church is falling like castles on the sand Ends the Holy War Jesus was a man
With a heart, with a mind With a body, with a soul So divine as your own
God has no mind, has no heart Has no body, has no soul and no resemblance of you
No! Like chasing the wind...
Compositor: AngraPublicado em 2023 (03/Jul)ECAD verificado fonograma #47073230 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM