From the Past Comes the Storms - Sepultura

The sky throws up storms trying to avenge itself

You feel a pain that burns your flesh

Your 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 fight of dwarves strengthening the giants

They are sons of the same father, fruit of the same mother

All of them 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

Lunacy — masses smashed by a holy shit

No regret — from the past comes the storms

The sky throws up storms trying to avenge itself

You feel a pain that burns your flesh

Your 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