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
