Although it means that this is my last breath, I do not think to fall before your rotten vision
The vision you have of the world you are trying to impose on me, I do not want to be a part of it
The dark millennium to which you and I belong, in the edge of misery
For more than the misery goes of your hand I will not involve me in your filth
As much as madness blinds you... your golden throne is stained with blood, hot blood!
And the life that is around you withers, fading slowly before the fear
The dark millennium in which we are trapped, written centuries ago... right under the edge of misery
I do not want to be part of the madness that you try to point out, my blood means my hate!
Even if my fists are bloody, I can bury them on earth, as well as in your wounds.
All the chaos around me distresses me miserably, and I wonder ... when will it stop?
May never ... This was written with blood centuries ago ... our confrontation can not wait any longer
It is the work of our dark destiny, as well as the blood that floods this dark millennium
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Incredible how one man can compose such a thing. Beautiful. Today's one-man bands (or projects) are to me contemporary composers comparable to those from the old times like Wagner, plus they are their own orchestra... WolfGang