The son of the sun returned in the storm
His winged steed descended near the sea
If you listen to the thunder you will understand
The message in its trembling, no one can escape it
And strident, it is already coming to strike
The miseries of humanity
It is the flame that is going to drive crazy
The men who already exist, are children of evil
What is life if there is no mercy among men?
What use is a God without love for religion?
The sacred books do not They will be able
Teach us the truth if the emptiness is in the soul
And stridently, it is coming to hit
The miseries of humanity
It is the flame that is going to drive mad
The men who already are, are children of evil
If you listen to the thunder you will understand
The message in its trembling, no one can escape
And stridently it comes to hit
The miseries of humanity
It is the flame that is going to drive mad
The men who already are, are children of evil
Children of evil
Children of evil
Children of evil