Without Truces کے بول

The giant smile in the arena He has in his hands A death sentence The game will begin Present your weapons Millenarian enemy Agel-light dressed break The curtains of the time Your voice invading my desert Mining my weakness Trying to destroy me Your eyes they follow my walk They stare each step Wanting my tripping To struggle to win The faith is enough and giants will fall again I present my weapon a eternal friend An army of angels to get rid of the death My voice invades the throne of God Exposing my weakness I get strengthen myself My eyes they seek for a safe place To firm my steps Get ready for the battle