Idioma Origen:
When the cry of a child rips the night
When the armies with great power in eternal fight
Try to obliterate the war's spoils
Eyes of death over the burning oil
This mean war makes you go insane
Macabre dance, world under bane
Fear of tomorrow and nuclear power
Future is a fallen tower
Living in a world of misery
Listen to my bloody prophecy
Century of pain, century of tears
Burning fanatism increasing the western fear
When the night comes down on the hills of sand
A new page of blood marking this barren land
This mean war makes you go insane
Macabre dance, world under bane
Fear of tomorrow and nuclear power
Future is a fallen tower
Living in a world of misery
Listen to my bloody prophecy
"Shame will follow you forever"
"In the name of god: we'll die together!"
I smell a rotten stink of death on the ground
Listen to the clamour: despair! you will be found!
Inside of me a vulcano explodes
Efforts for peace starting to corrode
Warlike power in the hands of fools
Marching to die, treading on bloody pools
... Where's the truth?
Idioma Destino:
When the cry of a child rips the night
When the armies with great power in eternal fight
Try to obliterate the war's spoils
Eyes of death over the burning oil
This mean war makes you go insane
Macabre dance, world under bane
Fear of tomorrow and nuclear power
Future is a fallen tower
Living in a world of misery
Listen to my bloody prophecy
Century of pain, century of tears
Burning fanatism increasing the western fear
When the night comes down on the hills of sand
A new page of blood marking this barren land
This mean war makes you go insane
Macabre dance, world under bane
Fear of tomorrow and nuclear power
Future is a fallen tower
Living in a world of misery
Listen to my bloody prophecy
"Shame will follow you forever"
"In the name of god: we'll die together!"
I smell a rotten stink of death on the ground
Listen to the clamour: despair! you will be found!
Inside of me a vulcano explodes
Efforts for peace starting to corrode
Warlike power in the hands of fools
Marching to die, treading on bloody pools
... Where's the truth?