ANDRALLS - AGAINST MYSELF (T.C.D.I.) lyrics

In the year of a new century and nine months

From the sky will come a great king of terror

The sky will burn at forty-five degrees

Fire approaches the great new city

In the city of God there will be a great thunder

Two brothers torn apart by chaos

While the fortress endures

The great leader will succumb

The third big war will begin when the big city is burning

(Nostradamus 1654)

This desire in order to deny the pain

The will for destruction no more in vain

In the new century, peace season

Not war even with a reason

Mind is weak and force makes death

This land is living on the edge

Against myself war in my head

To organize all this mess

We hope the leader will succumb for stop using the shot gun

The time, only when you want