Idioma Origen:
Ravens in the air, noone in the streets
Seems like the fiend he must be back
Riding on his horse but also flying in the iar
Love has just started to crack - ow
Whisplash and torture, falseness and pain
Envy is driving our hate
Everything out there is mad and confused
Till we'll be able to seal each others fate
Staring through eyes of hate and able to kill
We don't realize we've been given our own
Fuckin' will, like animals humans don't think
Don't look for a reason, we hate no style
We put the blame on the demon
Sacred hell, sacred hell
There is nothing but names on the wall
You can be free, you can reach tomorrow
Sacred hell, sacred hell
So the fend must be back on our ball
Lose all your sins, lose all your sorrows
No lucid intervals, no people who guide
But a 1000 Masters of disguise
Eternal damnation 'cause humans they hide
They think that satan shall rise
Idioma Destino:
Ravens in the air, noone in the streets
Seems like the fiend he must be back
Riding on his horse but also flying in the iar
Love has just started to crack - ow
Whisplash and torture, falseness and pain
Envy is driving our hate
Everything out there is mad and confused
Till we'll be able to seal each others fate
Staring through eyes of hate and able to kill
We don't realize we've been given our own
Fuckin' will, like animals humans don't think
Don't look for a reason, we hate no style
We put the blame on the demon
Sacred hell, sacred hell
There is nothing but names on the wall
You can be free, you can reach tomorrow
Sacred hell, sacred hell
So the fend must be back on our ball
Lose all your sins, lose all your sorrows
No lucid intervals, no people who guide
But a 1000 Masters of disguise
Eternal damnation 'cause humans they hide
They think that satan shall rise