Nature had taken the face of fear

Terror is painted around

Whispers and screams of pain

Are hovering in the night.



The high priests are prepearing

This surifice must be done

Full-moon is approaching

Red virgin-blood will be spiled.



Tou are prepearing for the great moment

The unborn child is coming

With the hordes of evil

With absolute hate and obscure eyes.



You're faithful servant

He's the chosen one

The silence cry drives you mad

The whispers are drilling your mind.



The mystic gathering from the faithful

priest

Waiting for the secret day

It ain't going to be late

Ruins and destruction turn around



Your tears are rolling the black cloak

The great celebration is beginning

(The unborn child is coming)

Look the sights of time