The Etruscan Prophecy - Dark Quarterer

Walking in the night

across the silent oak forest

we are crying for your life man

I feel their presence all around me

in the odour of earth

we are living and we will return

when the oppressor’s hand is over your heads

Waiting for his axe blows

to feel our last trees

we don’t want him to destroy our sons

he will pay for all the evil done to the world

Look at the sky it’s grey

no flying birds move the air

no sun ray warms your skin

no moon for dreaming, loving

and death kills life

and your eyes are tired

of seeing mistakes everywhere

and to be fooled by continuos lies

The first clods now start to move

the first fists are free from earth

and rage and war cries fill the air

rage to revenge their ancient world

cries to destroy who all destroyed

and armed fists to crush his head

Everywhere you feel their steps

you feel their breath

as a wolf looking for his prey

they chase him

and the night will be so long

and the night will be so strong

until the last verdict be given

And the sky is blue again

and the birds are flying free

and the sun rays warm your skin

first love words will move the air

the first dream will come true till the end of time.