- Engravings in Stone
They never stop.
(These) voices are calling my name.
They drive me crazy.
My demons win this game.
Even in my dreams eternal darkness dwells in me.
I'll never be the same...
And now the strong wind is blowing from the North,
- My Three Companions
Reality is going to shake me.
Now the walls of truth are falling down.
Chaotic winds, new revelations.
The sky turns black like never seen before.
SOMETIMES I WALK WITH MY THREE COMPANIONS: SHADOW, DEATH AND MY BAD LUCK
AND WITH THEM I SHARE MY THRONE.
WITH THEM I DON'T FEEL ALONE.
- Operation Exodus Part II
We keep the search of the New World,
We didn't follow the Law of Rights.
Believers lost their Faith when the big ship left them behind.
We keep the search of the New World,
and they continue begging,
And pray the Lord their soul to take,
Because this time they'll die before they wake
- Revenge
I'm the Lord of Certainty,
The guide of Heaven's destiny.
Forced to devour my offspring,
It's said that only one of them survived.
COUNTDOWN BEGINS,
COUNTDOWN BEGINS FOR YOU.
- See the World Crumble
Time spits out all the awful truth.
My feelings are making holes in walls while you feed your ego.
Mediocrity's evil is coming for you.
You will not see the end, you'll surrender, you'll break, you lose.
Cause pretending's never been my thing...
I don't give a shit about your dreams.
I have released the dogs of my ambition and my self-esteem.
- The Cause of Liberty
IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I HAVE NOT SEEN SOME OF MY FRIENDS
AND NOW I’M DYING IN THIS TRENCH
BY THE GRACE OF
MY STATE, MY COUNTRY AND MY FAITH
RECRUITED LIFES & DREAMS FOR VICTORY
THERE’S SOMETHING ROTTEN IN THE WAY WE’RE ACTING HERE
IT SEEMS THAT KILLING PEOPLE IS JUST A GAME
- The Mask
How much time a day you think you are really yourself if your mask of sanity is just about to slip?
A perfect mess, the icon they see.
You're hidden behind the ideal band you're now supposed to be.
So let me know: you really want me to accept as true your false coherence and accept as true your fake performance?
Did you listen to the things you say in your last song?
You feel you carry all the weight of a scene you don't belong (to).
It's not my job to keep punk rock elite, but at least were still the same and meant the things we said these years.
- The Story to Believe
An old revolution
Arose from the side
Of people that had the
Same question in mind:
Will I spend
My life
Fighting for others' foundations and pride?'
- The Threshold
At last I reach the edge of The Ancient War Hill
and here I am standing still
And now I feel a cold breeze
touching my warm cheeks
I feel torches under my skin
And I know
the stories told are true