Letra da Música: The Dance of Deep Pain - Dark Inquisition

Enchanted by the moon
A fresh breeze from the eastern winds
and the wet grass smell, my folk
live under the moonshine of the endless night

Some wars and some wars,
we lost for believing in the lie
that your God would bring us peace
and a place distant of the deep pain

And in the great sabbath nights
Hunted we were until death
didn't respect our children
they slaved our people


Some wars and some wars,
we lost for believing in your lies
now we are, lost in the shadows
and bleeding over the "holy words"

(in a.... dance, pain)

The fake peace of spirit
and false promise of liberty
turn all vine into ashes

You turn our fate into blasphemy
and to judged us by heresy
burning all our culture