Apocaliptical Illusion

As blood falls on the floor,
Light fades at the eyes of the poor,
Mighty gounds float...
The lamb of god is a goat...

Six hundred hungry men
Try to fetch the fetch the 7 faithful's head,
Try to bring treason and arreste them with sixty six tone led...
The apocalipse is near, my friend...

Try to catch the gutural troopers,
Try to bleed your black stained waters,
Try and do what you have to do right now.

My head is free from my mind,
You try to call me as I scream,
But I know I must stand and fight!

Oh lover, why did you go to get slaughtered?
Oh lover, must I be guilty for your death?

His black shroud covers me,
Warms my head and hands.
My blood is set free
From a lonely heart, which lies miles from me.

I seak an answer in your eyes.
Two black holes,
Hollow and cold...

Three nights, three days have passed.
The battle's over, without a trace,
Unless the two white lines that take me higher...
I fall on my face...