Letra da Música: The Extreme Age - Hammurabi

The Extreme Age

The water who slip in the sideway
washing the filth in the blood your defeat
Overtime reason of the new war
so that knock on the your door

Your dirty blood will not
attract the eyes him
Overtime killers
angels of dryness

The song will be brief
and proclaim the death
Will exist men of faith
and none of luck

Chorus:
The horseman of the fire
will strew the her anger
In the extreme age his the
composer of the opera

Those men of faith will raise
themselves on the land
and will punish the guilty
from that war

Repeat: chorus