Born from ashes, an army of fallen angels has risen,
In endless crowds heading towards shores
of damned, crying it disturbs their sleep.
Images of past are climbing above the earthly world.
Like eternal memento of violence and suffering that
early and beastly stopped their path through tunnel.
Masses of the sentenced wandered with procession of betrayal to a
place where even stone walls closed their eyes
before the suffering, slavery and suffocation of angels.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI