Spirits

Now, clouds full of storm descend on the hills

Under the black sky towards a hopeless horizon

Through the fog we ride, weak old sun is high

But the darkness still rules all around

The new age will rise at the gates of time

Another century of nothing but changes

From the earth's bowels

From the cradle of the world

Will rise something wicked

The crying spirits

But what we will see is just an old deja vu

Out from the forests, rending echoes of pain

The same that fill up all the lakes with blood

And which since ever flows on the earth

Death, she spreads her wings ready to begin

Nothing will change, and the story goes on

From the earth's bowels

From the cradle of the world

Will rise something wicked

The crying spirits

Wars to destroy the world

To swell your fucking pockets

That's all your hunger

Your own project

What you came by

High and low, everywhere, fear and pain

Did you find the courage?

How can you call this "living"?

Here now, theres something that's craving to get out

And that is crying from the abyss to the sky

But it doesn't want all this fucking pain

Something which will close the final chapter

The party's over

I can hear the spirits coming

I know your project

But I don't know who you are

"I'm the beginning, the world that will follow you

I'm more dreadful than all the death you accepted

'm what cure, which will rebirth and return

The only god ever asked for your blood!"

From the earth's bowels

From the cradle of the world

Will rise something wicked

The crying spirits