Without Truces

The giant smile in the arena
He has in his hands
A death sentence
The game will begin

Present your weapons
Millenarian enemy
Agel-light dressed break
The curtains of the time

Your voice invading my desert
Mining my weakness
Trying to destroy me
Your eyes they follow my walk
They stare each step
Wanting my tripping

To struggle to win
The faith is enough and giants will fall again

I present my weapon a eternal friend
An army of angels to get rid of the death
My voice invades the throne of God
Exposing my weakness
I get strengthen myself

My eyes they seek for a safe place
To firm my steps
Get ready for the battle