angra
shadow hunter
I remember the blood on his hands So ashamed regretting his faults So defenseless he came from the darkness We spoke and had a good talk Dark old hat reminds me of someone I find hard to recall Bowed his head surrendering to sorrow Wears the face of war Desperate cries Desperate cries Running in circles Mourning in vain Resigning to terror A sinful warfare A sinful warfare Innocents die Lost in the faith from my fragile heart... .. From my heart Wearing black, a bow without arrows God, have mercy on his soul Eyes of dread, entrenched in horror My devotions are gone! Desperate cries Running in circles Mourning in vain Resigning to terror A sinful warfare Atrocious attack Atrocious attack My crusaders faith Drowns in religious blood But I'll fight till the end Gonna find my Holy Grail Running blind against the faith Reason slips away Churches falling like castles on the sand Ends the Holy War Have the good for bad What does a man gain from his work? Under the sun where he labors What is so good for a man in life? During his days he's just like a shadow Vanitas! Vanitas! Utters the oracle A chasing after the wind Meaningless! Meaningless searches for wisdom Everything is in vain like your hunting for shadows Lost my pride, fought in vain Had to find reasons to my pain - Oh! Running blind against the faith Running blind again Church is falling like castles on the sand Ends the Holy War Jesus was a man With a heart, with a mind With a body, with a soul So divine as your own God has no mind, has no heart Has no body, has no soul and no resemblance of you No! Like chasing the wind...