Under The Black Walls Of Hell

Black rain is falling
I try to wash my soul
Try to understand the reasons of this strange blood

Over my future the wind
Over these evil spells
A poison called time torments me

My name is under the black walls of hell

Rotting my face here
A maledicton, an eternal game
Try to understand the reasons behind the mirror of
Azarel
Behind this strange window
That no God can tell

Over my future the wind
Over these evil spells
A poison called time torments me

Evil is not individual
It doesn't exist for me, but depends on other for it's
Own existence

Everlasting vengeance no more fooll repentance
That's the fall weakness rages on, play the game
No surrender no more lies-sacrifice!
The sound of victory rise centurian, rise!

It is essentialy a human and material condition
Living it doesn't exist because shadows of good always
After it
There's no relativity!

Everlasting vengeance no more fooll repentance
That's the fall weakness rages on, play the game
No surrender no more lies-sacrifice
The sound of victory rise centurian, rise!

Rise, rise centurian, rise!
Rise, hear the million's cry

I'm killing this poison called time
Driking this sorrow
I'm hearing into the bloodline
They are calling my name

Centurian