It Is Time

If battles start by men's hands
Our fate will find many possibilities
While my hands are the tool of glory
My fate will be to create a spectrum of life.

An unseen pleasure.

Evil will rise over good
To find the genesis of chaos
Start from nothing to become everything
To be the beginning and the end.

With an arm of war, to destroy
A concept destroying in ideology
Destroying a sense
Destroying a farce… and give way to the truth.

A unique way, absolutely truly
A fist that unite us, an absolute force
Giving the final strike, and finding the crying evil
An eternal crying, a feeling that will fill souls.

A feeling that will destroy me
A feeling that will destroy me.

Giving the final strike, and finding the crying evil
An eternal crying, a feeling that will fill souls
A feeling, a feeling that will destroy me
A feeling, a feeling that will destroy me.