MARTYRIUM EUROPAE

Time has come oceans and earth wildly rebel again.

The new Creed is about to dethrone the froggy king,

drawing a new kingdom.

Bellum paratum est.

Arma luceant in caelo.

Duris his verba sunt

sed nos obliti sumus.

From this sky screeming of pain

will rumble biting words.

No more time,

now absolution will not take your hand

spreading a new light.

Bellum paratum est.

Arma luceant in caelo.

Duris his verba sunt

sed nos obliti sumus.

Holy rain... Sacred rain!

we'll be back.

We're gonna win.

The most beautiful light

will shine on the ruins

of madness.

Holy rain!

The sky is full of screams and tears...

and the clouds are turning

black as hell's towers.

Heiliger Regen! Heiliger Regen!

Wir kommen wieder. Wir werden gewinnen.

Heiliger Regen! Heiliger Regen!

Der Himmel ist voller Schreie und Tränen...

I don't want to read your books anymore.

I am the white book of the world.

This rain is holy

like your aline name.

Holy

like your stranger name.

Heiliger Regen! Heiliger Regen!

Wir kommen wieder. Wir werden gewinnen.

Heiliger Regen! Heiliger Regen!

Der Himmel ist voller Schreie und Tränen!

Twenty years have passed

and they seem a hundred.

My heart isn't so full of fears

and dogmas anymore.

The justice of hope is my sole belief.

The Valkyries dream is turning

into a golden morning.

I am Spirit and Fire. I am Frost and Love.

Apocalypsis Iesu Christi, quam

dedit illi Deus

palam facere servis suis...

Et qui vicerit,

custodierit opera mea

dabo illi potestatem super gentes...

Domine Deus noster dignus es

accipere gloriam,

honorem, virtutem...

Et signum magnum

apparuit in caelo

Mulier amicta

sole, et luna

sub pedibus eius

et in capite eius

corona stellarum duodecim.

Our books are banned,

keep on burning,

keep on burning,

burning our history

Watch out we've got new ink

Watch out we've got new words

Watch out we've got a great heart

Watch out we've got a great heart

We want war

We want war

We won't wait. Wait no more!

Here I come!

Come in the end of the night, will see your empty face

Funeral rays embrace skies with cruel grace.

Come like a Hurricane in spiteful gloomy ways.

May you profile my rage?

You don't know my fine payback.

While the world is following dark

a golden blaze starts its round

a nameless horror shakes your mind

heavily poured on the ground.

Black is back goes to crash

long and loud till the death.

Darker still darker yet!

It's my roar, it's my breath!

I'll be the one for a long time

to softly appear on that distant soil.

I'll take your hand, my mother Death,

with immense strenght, spiritually.

In the Crowning Flame

In weary nights his awful breath

is clinging to confessions and lies.

And nobody knows how my fever's high...

Bring me to freedom!

Gloria, gloria...

My black gloria.

Nel vostro impero sta l'orco e lei

muove i suoi passi su spiagge scure.

Quando la neve separerá

con manti ruvidi come morte.

Linfa d'acciaio oltre il rombo.

Ali di fuoco intonano il canto.

Bandiere in festa grate agli stupidi

cullano l'aria e sogni infrangono.

Labbra incollate al mondo che fu

con muri grandi come il potere.

Gloria che scorre come aceto

sulle ferite del vero io.

La notte sfama bocche degli angeli,

mentre riposa quegli occhi increduli,

regno di cuori senza pietá

per chi ora invade il nostro Aldilá.