Nothing seems to be right
Chaos has its perfect delight
There's no light beyond the line
Curse reigned, this is the time!
No future for the human race
No God can change the fate
We hear the sound of the seven trumpets
The hands of death play with the human puppets
We are really dying in this soulless and inhuman time
Death means God, and Hell is everywhere
Godless field of nightmare
Winds blow the seventh bell
That turns any fields in hell
When you die, they forget your name
In dark of a coffin, you hear the echoes of blame
After death, nobody hears your yell
It's sad when you cry and God doesn't help
Then you realize so much time you had lost
Maybe arrived the time to take his place on cross
