The darkness is growing, it hides the flaws
Then we reap the fruit of our old battles,
Lost in the fog in search of all forgotten days
The humanity destroyed, obscure scandal
And robbing all the poor, a dark ideal
Sacrificed at the stake all our pure lost spirits
And all of the hatchets of war,
All those regrets that hide our remorses
From our routs to defeats,
This bullet will sign our death warrant
By the time I suffer your reprisals,
The end is sealed at a dark funeral,
Adventurers at large at heart of a dead end
Out there’s apocalypse, ultimate fight
Like a last burst of life, a spark of light
Last thrill, a cry, a breath, disappointed great hope
And all of the hatchets of war,
All those regrets that hide our remorses
From our routs to defeats,
This bullet will sign our death warrant
Death warrant
And all of the hatchets of war,
All those regrets that hide our remorses
From our routs to defeats,
This bullet will sign our death warrant