Sybila

Silence of empty roads
Nowhere any sign
From all strong gestures
Remain mountains of stones

The last voice in the distance
Drowning in the river's murmuring
Gates of hundred-year-old truths
Bleeding again

Chorus:
Sybil raises her hand
Sybil curses them all

Fire burns in the veins
Endless curse
Her cruel prophecy
Arrives like a bad dream

Footprints in the hot sand
Suddenly lose direction
Fierce shadows of the past
The battle will end