Paroles de The Night

The events about to unfold Are beyond comprehension. In this hatred escalating The fate is the same. Here we stand defiled to the brink Of our self-annihilation. We are vicious animals In a game with no name. Behold the place of slaughter, The earth is a tomb. The smell of death upon her, The child has torn the womb. Let all of us prepare our doom. Nowhere to run, no place to hide, We cannot escape the night. The perilous atomic rage Shall usher in the age. The wicked shall be turned to hell, The wasteland in a cage. Behold the forced abortion, The murder in the air, The atmosphere in motion, The paralyzing fear. Let all the men of war draw near.