Visions Of Hell TRADUÇÃO - Once Dead (Impressão)

Up from the dust, the dying groan

The wounded souls, cry for help, with no reply

In the darkest hour, the killer awakes

To kill poor, steal their souls, with his lies

Empty mouths, bloated bowels, the wounded cry

Blistering flesh, feeds the stench, a vision of hell

Protect the poor, thus says the Lord

This is our cross, given by God, the maker of all

A common bond, unites our souls

The rich and poor, are all the same, to God above

Empty mouths, bloated bowels, the wounded cry

Blistering flesh, feeds the stench, a vision of hell

Empty mouths, bloated bowels, the wounded cry

The Father of Lies, The Serpent of Old, sends visions of hell

Indifference reigns, in their time of need

All of our strength, will be removed, says the Lord

We are called to love, we are called to give

We are called to do, called to live as Christ once did

Empty mouths, bloated bowels, the wounded cry

Blistering flesh, feeds the stench, a vision of hell

Empty mouths, bloated bowels, the wounded cry

The Father of Lies, The Serpent of Old, sends visions of hell

Levantando da poeira, o gemido dos moribundos

As almas feridas, clamam por ajuda, sem resposta

Na hora mais escura, o assassino desperta

Para matar os pobres, roubar suas almas, com suas mentiras