An unforseen future nestled somewhere in time.
Unsuspecting victims no warnings, no signs.
Judgment day the second coming arrives.
Before you see the light you must die.
Forgotten children, conform a new faith,
Avidity and lust controlled by hate.
Never ending search for your shattered sanity,
Souls of Damnation in their own reality.
Chaos rampant,
An age of distrust.
Confrontations.
Impulsive habitat.
Bastard sons begat your cunting daughters,
Promiscuous mothers with your incestuous fathers.
Engreat souls condemned for all eternity,
Obtained by immoral observance a domineering deity.
Chaos rampant,
An age of distrust.
Confrontations.
Impulsive sabbath.
On and on, south of heaven [x 4]
The root of all evil is the heart of a black soul.
A force that has lived all eternity.
The never ending search for a truth never told.
The loss of all hope and your dignity.
Chaos rampant,
An age of distrust.
Confrontations.
Impulsive habitat.
On and on, south of heaven [x 4]
Unsuspecting victims no warnings, no signs.
Judgment day the second coming arrives.
Before you see the light you must die.
Forgotten children, conform a new faith,
Avidity and lust controlled by hate.
Never ending search for your shattered sanity,
Souls of Damnation in their own reality.
Chaos rampant,
An age of distrust.
Confrontations.
Impulsive habitat.
Bastard sons begat your cunting daughters,
Promiscuous mothers with your incestuous fathers.
Engreat souls condemned for all eternity,
Obtained by immoral observance a domineering deity.
Chaos rampant,
An age of distrust.
Confrontations.
Impulsive sabbath.
On and on, south of heaven [x 4]
The root of all evil is the heart of a black soul.
A force that has lived all eternity.
The never ending search for a truth never told.
The loss of all hope and your dignity.
Chaos rampant,
An age of distrust.
Confrontations.
Impulsive habitat.
On and on, south of heaven [x 4]
2 comentarios:
Deliciosa canción, es inspiradora :P
Quería aprovechar para comentar sobre el capítulo 5: la locura aumenta, esa lluvia de huesos parece imparable (una cosa así volvería loco a cualquiera), y encima el protagonista tiene que enfrentarse a la creciente psicosis procreadora de su mujer, no sé qué es peor ^^. Por mi parte, ya espero con ansia el próximo capítulo. ¡A seguir azotando a la humanidad, maestro! :D
¿A que sí que lo es? ;D
En efecto, se va viendo como -al igual que en nuestro mundo real-, la locura va aumentando y todo se va yendo a tomar por culo sutil, pero de forma no muy oculta. De hecho, el relato tiene bastante de metafórico de lo que está ocurriendo...
Jeje, más que "psicosis procreadora", yo diría que es abierto reproche, dolor por una línea de vida imposible ya por una lluvia de huesos... Ella comprende que sus sueños jamás se podrán cumplir, y se aferra a su otra tabla de salvación... Dios.
No lo dudes, amigo... la humanidad lo tiene crudo conmigo, no puede esperar ya nada bueno de mí ;D
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