The Thunder
Heartbreaking voice into the silence of our damned lives
He cried "I'm thirsty!" But even this desire is rejected
The body stretches like an arch enclosed on itself
And then a cry is released that tears the air
A word broken by death, a life so tied to the faith
The head falls on the chest, the thrill lay off and nothing more
Here In Wasteland
The sky falling down on the earth
A scream of blame going under
The lightnings strike the world
A cry of pain damaged wonder
Like a Thunder
The death of humans doesn't lead our souls to the rebirth,
By sinning, every man sins against the world
Somehow every man
Is guilty of the sins of the other men
The men accept the life
The pleasures of the flesh, without remorse
Here In Wasteland
The sky falling down on the earth
A scream of blame going under
The lightnings strike the world
A cry of pain damaged wonder
Like a Thunder
The thunder stops speaking, the storm subsides
Will I be able to bring order to my folks, to my lands?
Who has the keys to let us escape from here?
Who can drive us home to leave forever our fears
Here In Wasteland
The sky falling down on the earth
A scream of blame going under
The lightnings strike the world
A cry of pain damaged wonder
Like a Thunder
He cried "I'm thirsty!" But even this desire is rejected
The body stretches like an arch enclosed on itself
And then a cry is released that tears the air
A word broken by death, a life so tied to the faith
The head falls on the chest, the thrill lay off and nothing more
Here In Wasteland
The sky falling down on the earth
A scream of blame going under
The lightnings strike the world
A cry of pain damaged wonder
Like a Thunder
The death of humans doesn't lead our souls to the rebirth,
By sinning, every man sins against the world
Somehow every man
Is guilty of the sins of the other men
The men accept the life
The pleasures of the flesh, without remorse
Here In Wasteland
The sky falling down on the earth
A scream of blame going under
The lightnings strike the world
A cry of pain damaged wonder
Like a Thunder
The thunder stops speaking, the storm subsides
Will I be able to bring order to my folks, to my lands?
Who has the keys to let us escape from here?
Who can drive us home to leave forever our fears
Here In Wasteland
The sky falling down on the earth
A scream of blame going under
The lightnings strike the world
A cry of pain damaged wonder
Like a Thunder
Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Figliolo, Riccardo Toni
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