Angra

(Matos, Loureiro, Confessori)
Long ago, the same sky above;
It's lonesome when the sun goes down
A day had come when we were like one:
- Weapons up, never surrender!
Oh, I saw the gleams of gold
We'd kill and die conquering a virgin world
The hold corrupted by the honour
Living forevermore, leaving today
Back to my place, I've got
Nothing to say!
Guilt and shame, it's all so insane
Pagan gods die with no defence
And we could go no further at all
Digging the graves of our conscience
Oh, the sounds, they still echoe
All of us drifting on seas of blood
The hope hidden behind the horror