Intra Riff Blues - Franco Cerri

In the times of moral fall Times of mayhem, filth and false Your life was a battle-field A ship at the high seas Your words were not forgotten They still echo i

A prophetic dream Awakens evil My thoughts All around you I feel power Blood imprint I will give vent To my hatred The symbols of cross go up in flames Christia

Dark clouds Have flooded the skies Thunderstorm makes me Open my eyes I follow my instincts Into the night The forest invites me With branches spread wide Somet

Under cover of darkness Born to the wickedness They are marching on Toward the gathering zone Fascination and devotion in their eyes Celebrating Darkness Tranqu