...If The Dead Can Speak
I stand at the altar of the liar
And I can see his bleeding face
So tell me now
(If the dead can speak?)
How long can you plunge in hypocrisy
Your plastic eyes
Watch the universe
Burning with the heat
Of fate soon to come
So show me how
(If the blind can see?)
How you walk your lambs
Through the tiber's deadly streams
Old man,
You look away, you don't want to see
You hide your face when I say:
"Please, look at me"
I'm just a spotless child
Who can really feel...
That your prayer is just like you
You shall burn in your lies!
After the changes
When you leave your hideaway
I will meet you at your field
Don't tell me now
"Lord, please forgive me"
'Cause for ages you've had freedom of will
Old man
You look away, you don't want to see
You hide your face when I say
"Please, look at me"
I'm just a spotless child
Who can really feel...
That your prayer is just like you
You shall burn in your lies!
Si los muertos pudieran hablar...
Me paro en el altar del mentiroso
Y puedo ver su rostro sangrante
Así que dime ahora
(¿Si los muertos pudieran hablar?)
¿Por cuánto tiempo puedes sumergirte en la hipocresía?
Tus ojos de plástico
Observan el universo
Arder con el calor
Del destino por venir
Así que muéstrame cómo
(¿Si los ciegos pudieran ver?)
Cómo guías a tus corderos
A través de los mortales arroyos del Tíber
Viejo,
Apartas la mirada, no quieres ver
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