False Order (As Above, So Below) (part II)

They still are controlling your fucking minds
Puting a false order, to grow up spilling innocent blood
Using your hatred, like a blade

It's all ok, no one suspects smiling faces
Ohhh when the time comes and he finally returns
Drops of fire will fall from the sky
The roses will dry up and when everything is dark again
We will be able to open our fucking eyes

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate

I'm sinking and finally I hit the ground
But everything seems upside down here
The more I dig, the more I climb