IT WAS HIM CERTAINLY



Face to the unquestionable the reality is force

Eyes in despair

Thoughts in dilluted black blood



Morbid visions of a future without rewards

It falls down the distorted key of the salvation

Not colder the night is heated up

by illusory flames



Thunder roars the storm decays

Presage for a broken destiny



Destroy the contract get rid the spirit

Don´t trap the evolution in the believe

Deny the obedience to impostors

Faith decline

Sip by force of the free ghost

The sorcery make´s to feel to blind eyes



God possesses a firstborn one

with an unquestionable inheritance

thousands of profanations

on the obscure side of the paradise

This old one is proud of its son

My future I don´t know

but I already know my end



Destroy the contract get rid the spirit

Felt to blind eyes the sorcery

Reverences to the Rebel