Sepultura From The Past Comes The Storms
The sky throws up storms trying to
avenge itself
You feel a pain that burns your flesh
Your reflection inside the mirror
Shows a past soiled by the blood of
innocents
The human greed will be their owndestruction
The apes in their cages surrounded
by thorns
That are forcing us to live here
I feel an urge to melt and go through
cracks
To vanish like a fossil that will be
found
Flying on the universe
Brains of armed lives hidden in pits
It's a fight of dwarves strengthening
the giants
They are sons of the same father,
fruit of the
same mother
All of them cry together in despair
But what's heard is only the buzz of
flies
Over the rotten flesh
There s no more safe ground to be
on
Everybody around you reflects an
image
Distorted and wounded
I can hear the cry of a million souls
That have been already marked by
their deaths
While the laughs of satisfaction
echo endlessly . . .
Insanity-- lacerating the last sanity
Endlessly-- still remains on minds
Lunacy-- masses smashed by a
holy shit
No regret-- From the past comes the
storms
The sky throws up storms trying to
avenge itself
You feel a pain that burns your flesh
Your reflection inside the mirror
Shows a past soiled by the blood of
innocents
The human greed will be their own
destruction
The apes in their cages surrounded
by thorns
That are forcing us to live here
