The Immaculate

There is it, the old tower clock

Surrounded by the dark ivy, of unknown builder

The old men of the place didn´t answer if you talk about it

You can see the fear in their eyes

If you come near this walls you can hear a strange sound

A melody that you have heard it before but can´t remember when and where

Hear the angel´s cry

And the devil´s laugth

Now the time has come

He´s here and he has come from you

The global conjunction of the six big planets

Is the indication of the joint of well and evil

And it will happen here, tonight

There will be no heaven and hell

Only a place where all the dead men will go

It´s name is unknownia

Let the inmaculate throw the first stone