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