Rated 0 Yesterday like the snow on the sea
Things did not look the same,
People forgot to laugh
And the sun was having difficulty coming out…
Today the buffoon did not stop crying,
The world has finally learned to sing,
Midnight awoke the bells,
Faith, in exchange for business is gone
Silence cries to the deaf that
Everything is bad, nothing is alright,
The statue runs to avoid the water of sea
From being splashed with obscurity.
God: Finally you have decided to come.
I’ve heard so much about you,
I have seen you in my dreams.
I see evil in your eyes.
For centuries you have wanted to govern
All souls, and few have converted,
The numerous will go to the Kingdom of Light,
The few to the Kingdom of the Forgotten Sea
If you have learned the lesson,
If you have observed how they are,
They need(must) to follow one leader,
Let’s make a coalition.
Astaroth: I have seen their fear of loneliness,
Fear of death, and fear for loves end.
Let’s make a deal, leave them to their free will
And I will give them progress, ammonization, and civilization.
Let’s share their souls, the future is for me.
While you utilize your Church, daze them,
Consumption, television, and inflation,
Establishment, globalization, it’s my gift,
In front of the computer I’ll take thou to another place
Oh finis, oh terra
Oh finis, oh terra
(6x)
Voice in Off: Let me explain,
Stop listening, listen to me (hear me out)
Parish from the world, come towards freedom.
Begin your path,
You are your only Lord,
Progress is in your soul,
And not in a city.
Solely choose your destiny,
Solely choose to invest in your spirit..
Or in a nuclear plant.
Don’t believe in those,
Who with their cassocks
Only see whom to convert,
Instead of learning from them
How to live
Begin your path,
You are your only Lord,
Progress is in your soul,
And not in a city.
Solely choose your destiny,
Solely choose to invest in your spirit..
Not to dictatorship,
Not to impunity,
Not to unfair trade,
That exploits the minor(teenagers)
Yes to autocracy
Yes to freedom,
The third world country
is going to explode
Let’s join forces,
To withstand Pinochet in Chile,
And in Chechnya a so called Putin,
Let’s get Bosnia back on its feet,
Immigrants come with thou,
The third world is here
Broadcaster: Good day to you bulletins
Now in, your favorite station, “Radio your cojones(tescticles)”
A surprised politician unable to lie
To a bishop who is not a putero
And truly poor,
An illegal immigrant is the leader of audience,
Pepe hits Marta no more, and looks out for her,
They take the fat ones and the intelligence.
Honestly(hopefully), I wish it were true.
They have arrived in Compostela
At the Apostle’s feet wrapped in cloth,
Mysterious mausoleum,
And inside a CD, engraved …
“In Hell you are it’s the end of the lane(world)”
Oh Finis, Oh Terra
Oh Finis, Oh Terra
(6x)
I think this a better translation of it. I don't think its the best, but I think it's a little better. I give credits to zirjoker because this is very hard to translate. There's a lot of metaphors that are impossible to translate into english.
I know its been a while since people have acutally been on here but i will post it anyway.
Puteron can be a whorehouse or a "pimp" so to speak like elimination said
Cojones are testicles but its refered to as someone who has no balls.
I think this song is pretty much talking about how we are the cause of world's end. And if we want to stay here longer we have learn to make the right decisions.
Creo que es una cancion buenisima, habla de muchas cosas que si uno se pone a pensar son muy ciertas. Debemos ser un poco mas racionales porque estamos en satania jeje
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Rated 0 Yesterday like the snow on the sea Things did not look the same, People forgot to laugh And the sun was having difficulty coming out…
Today the buffoon did not stop crying, The world has finally learned to sing, Midnight awoke the bells, Faith, in exchange for business is gone
Silence cries to the deaf that Everything is bad, nothing is alright, The statue runs to avoid the water of sea From being splashed with obscurity.
God: Finally you have decided to come. I’ve heard so much about you, I have seen you in my dreams. I see evil in your eyes.
For centuries you have wanted to govern All souls, and few have converted, The numerous will go to the Kingdom of Light, The few to the Kingdom of the Forgotten Sea
If you have learned the lesson, If you have observed how they are, They need(must) to follow one leader, Let’s make a coalition.
Astaroth: I have seen their fear of loneliness, Fear of death, and fear for loves end.
Let’s make a deal, leave them to their free will And I will give them progress, ammonization, and civilization.
Let’s share their souls, the future is for me. While you utilize your Church, daze them, Consumption, television, and inflation, Establishment, globalization, it’s my gift, In front of the computer I’ll take thou to another place
Oh finis, oh terra Oh finis, oh terra (6x)
Voice in Off: Let me explain, Stop listening, listen to me (hear me out) Parish from the world, come towards freedom.
Begin your path, You are your only Lord, Progress is in your soul, And not in a city.
Solely choose your destiny, Solely choose to invest in your spirit.. Or in a nuclear plant.
Don’t believe in those, Who with their cassocks Only see whom to convert, Instead of learning from them How to live
Begin your path, You are your only Lord, Progress is in your soul, And not in a city.
Solely choose your destiny, Solely choose to invest in your spirit..
Not to dictatorship, Not to impunity, Not to unfair trade, That exploits the minor(teenagers)
Yes to autocracy Yes to freedom, The third world country is going to explode
Let’s join forces, To withstand Pinochet in Chile, And in Chechnya a so called Putin, Let’s get Bosnia back on its feet, Immigrants come with thou, The third world is here
Broadcaster: Good day to you bulletins Now in, your favorite station, “Radio your cojones(tescticles)”
A surprised politician unable to lie To a bishop who is not a putero And truly poor, An illegal immigrant is the leader of audience, Pepe hits Marta no more, and looks out for her, They take the fat ones and the intelligence. Honestly(hopefully), I wish it were true.
They have arrived in Compostela At the Apostle’s feet wrapped in cloth, Mysterious mausoleum, And inside a CD, engraved …
“In Hell you are it’s the end of the lane(world)”
Oh Finis, Oh Terra Oh Finis, Oh Terra (6x)
I think this a better translation of it. I don't think its the best, but I think it's a little better. I give credits to zirjoker because this is very hard to translate. There's a lot of metaphors that are impossible to translate into english. I know its been a while since people have acutally been on here but i will post it anyway.
Puteron can be a whorehouse or a "pimp" so to speak like elimination said
Cojones are testicles but its refered to as someone who has no balls.
I think this song is pretty much talking about how we are the cause of world's end. And if we want to stay here longer we have learn to make the right decisions.
Creo que es una cancion buenisima, habla de muchas cosas que si uno se pone a pensar son muy ciertas. Debemos ser un poco mas racionales porque estamos en satania jeje