enolough was the year of the calling
we were waiting for the true messiah
and he rules from the depth of the Universe
taking us higher

hang on 'till the brightness flames of the hurricane touch in
the air
in the mist there were glimpses of technology being smashed
apart
by flesh burning
by flesh burning

:: voice toast by karkov

we were wainting for the one, the saviour
we were praying for the song of healer
in every good there is a bit of evil
try to transform it when it turns medieval

emotions like a feever of emotions aimming from your heart
you've gotta learn to iniciate it with the truth concentrated
and pure
and fire it directly at men

and men
and the world
and men
and the world
and men
and the world
and men
and the world

outside
some children laughing make me laugh too
outside
there's no one to share our points of view
inside
our thoughts compress to the maximum
inside
we're well aware of what we're going trought

enolough was the year of the calling
we were waiting for the true messiah
and he rules from the depth of the Universe
taking us higher

so, hung on 'till the brightness flames of the hurricane touch
in the air
in the mist there were glimpses of technology being smashed
apart
by flesh burning
by flesh burning
by flesh burning
by flesh burning
by flesh