From The Past Comes The Storms – Sepultura

You feel a pain that burns your flesh
You 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

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 figth of dwarves strengthening the giants
They are sons of the same father
Fruit of the same mother
All of then 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


Lyric From The Past Comes The Storms – Sepultura