Kreator

Two thousand years of oppression,
Slowly intelligence died,
Bringing another obsession.
Singing the songs of the blind.
Two thousand years of devotion.
Misery conquered the mind,
Finally found a way out of this terror.
Before final death of the soul killed your sight
The Second Awakening.
Finally reborn together we're standing
Now the time has come.
The Second Awakening
Things wont be the same
As the spirit awakes again.
Come praise those years for progression,
Come curse those years for it's wars,