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Raising signs,
Announcing they are to come
The hosts of heaven,
Of the times it is the end.

Keep yourself clean from deceit,
Don't burn your being.
You fear losing the past,
And not the spirit of the lord.

A tragic century
Burns consciences here,
In a land of the blind
Who don't know how to choose.

Close your eyes to evasion,
Keep it away from you.
Even if it pretends to come to help,
Everything ends in an illusion.

A great sacrifice
On the cross he made for me,
The blood of Christ
Came to cover my affliction.

Close your eyes to evasion,
Keep it away from you.
Even if it pretends to come to help,
Everything ends in an illusion.