Shakary - Sentence lyrics

The train runs on it's track through the night of fear, Your cry of despair makes me fly towards your burrow; To lick your wounds and to drive out your nightmare, But who will cure my injuries? Who will be my nurse? The fifth trumpet blows: the falling star carries the key, To open the underground, the black pit appears; A mist of locusts with the order to wound the sinners, Will hurt you and for one season you will agonize. The tick-tock of the seconds ring loudly in my ears, The phone doesn't ring. I ran out of cigarettes; I won't hear your voice anymore, To get rid of your chains of false illusions. Under the next blow the four d**h angels break free, Carrying destruction an holocaust; I have to take the book from the fire's hands: "Your still have a long way, my friend!" I'm waiting for the Best to rise from the underground, The great foe, my greatest ally: I will merge with him, we will become one, To slip into your mind and sentence you! I remember winter of distant '88, You angel loomed up in front of that cup of coffee, The verdict is established, The sentence is going to fulfill, I won over you, I k**ed you... But I k**ed myself too. The last trumpet is sweet like honey, The choirs announce the coming of the Lord; I have to escape into the darkest part of the universe. I'm your fallen angel: I am the Antichrist!