The Prophecy Unfolds
I have foreseen the conspiracy of the next confrontation
Decapitated bodies, abandoned lives
But yet not all is what it seems
The prophecy unfolds.
Our time will come
The prophecy unfolds
Shapeless being, filled with lies
Your presence is creating blood-shaped skies.
Defeated on our own ground
As if filthy slime always darkened our lives
There's still no solution found
But to tolerate and await the prophecy.
"Pay for your share in this crime
You shall repent, when the first light regains its strength"
Be gone!
Do I deserve to be distracted?
Be gone!
I am not yet on my knees.
Behold my becoming
Leave with nothing, suffer from shame
Behold my becoming
Admit your failure and leave no stain.
La Profecía se Cumple
He previsto la conspiración del próximo enfrentamiento
Cuerpos decapitados, vidas abandonadas
Pero aún no todo es lo que parece
La profecía se cumple.
Nuestro tiempo llegará
La profecía se cumple
Ser sin forma, lleno de mentiras
Tu presencia está creando cielos en forma de sangre.
Derrotados en nuestro propio terreno
Como si una mugre repugnante siempre oscureciera nuestras vidas
Todavía no se ha encontrado solución
Sino tolerar y esperar la profecía.