Shakary - The First Inquisition lyrics

"And so the seven angels Prepare themselves, To blow the seven trumpets." My memories are confused, Images are fighting one another; Falling stars and summer storms, Stained gla** windows of antique cathedrals. I don't know whether go on with the struggle, Walking on the crest of this fate; Or if I have to blow the first trumpet, And damn you for your beauty. The storm of hail and fire Is unleashed over innocent's hearts; All eyes will be burnt out, Only I will still admire your body. You betrayed me! You fooled me, Using my fidelity for your vices; The second trumpet blows, I burn the blood in your veins. The firing mountain falls into the sea, Water explodes in the gills of the fishes; It is hard to breathe for you, You can't burst of joy anymore. With your words I became your Joker, Too many promises spin a dark web; The blare of the next trumpet, To snatch your snake tongue. The bright star "Absinth" is falling, All shining sources become bitter; Your throat is tightening from pain, Preventing you from speaking. You forced me to see the world, Through the lenses of your eyes; I want to be a seagull again, And for this I blow the fourth one: The moon eclipses the sun, One star eclipses the moon; Darkness cloaks the world, And your eyes are open on the deepest night.