Destruction Times - THY ANTICHRIST

…And the dark days of the man arrived

With eclipsing time…

Absorbed by the mortuary influence

Of the horrible tunes of the Lute

Into eerie visions my bloody eye sees a mythical heaven in flames with

The reflex of thousands of dead faces

Marked in their front with the destruction stigma…

A burning storm with nuclear thunders devastates the orb

And mortal angels or demons incarnates in human bodies

Die in tears of blood, burn in warlike fire

Without divine salvation.

Over this earth of mythical hell.

(repeat)

Oh!

Hear raising mirage, apocalyptic dream where I listen

Terrifying screams like suffering echoes

Possessed by the despair in total annihilation…

Where the man’s empire is made dust

And his history shall be only a remembrance through

Centuries of forgetfulness.

The Lute played the sinister music, beginning and end’s melodies

Lugubrious song in the funeral of mankind.

Merciless times of destruction

Devours one and other civilization

Perpetual suffering times

Pain and affliction ages (chorus)

Black is the sentence when the destruction cruel times

Devours one and other civilization…