Years waiting for this time to come.
The southern shout will be listened.
Nervous vibrations that I can't understand,
are manifested and they shock me.
Am I going crazy?
Am I hallucinating cause all this cold?
I feel more things
than what I can see.
And when looking
in the vestiges of the past,
I found a reason to fight:
Nothing must be repeated.
We are what we don't want to be.
We are the law we break.
Heirs of a culture badly established
by who say to know everything.
No more chains on my feet.
I will break all the links.
Fighting for something more
than our purpose. Fighting for ALL.
Now the things will be
of another way.
And thus they will be...
from now and for always.
My head explodes.
Will I control myself?
I don't know how much time I have,
but I know this time is mine.
Through the dark bogs,
that were formed with the passage of the years,
I try to surpass
the fear that kills the desire.
Blood of the blood.
From the south of the Earth.
The warnings in cuneiform scripts
t his time are inminent.