Stauros - Without Truces

the giant smile in the arena
he has in his hands a death setence
the game will begin
present your weapons millenarian enemy
angel-light dressed
break the curtains of the time
your voice invalding my desert
mining my weakness trying to destroy me
your eyes they follow my walk
they stare each step wanting my tripping

to struggle... to win...
he faith is enough and giants will fall again
I pressent my weapon, an eternal friend
an army of angels to get rid of the death
my voice invades the throne of God
exposing my weakness I get strengthen myself
my eyes they seek for a safe place
to firm my steps
get ready for the bathe