Tales of Blood

Essa é uma letra que eu gosto muito. Não pela temática, que me deixa muito triste, mas sim, por ser um grito, no sentido literal da palavra, exorcizante.
É um grito de raiva, de ódio. Um grito que deveria ter saído a muito tempo e saiu na forma dessa letra:

Tales of Blood.

In times that missles and guns
tells us tales about fire and destruction
there isn't place for hapiness
and this, is a mere illusion

The Earth, in colapse, cries.
like a mother that lost its son.
And what we do to avoid this?
There's no hero that could save us!

We only see suffering
We only see loniless
We only see blood staining the ground in vain

Slowly, we're beginning to fade
leaving our beloved planet in shame
Dying, by the hands that evolved
Killing, by the the hands of the damned

In times that money and violence
tells us tales about death and decay
there isn't place for hope
and this is a mere denial

We stand kneeled, begging for our lives
like a sinner looking for redemption
And, where are we to prevent this?
There's no hero to save us from us!

I only see smiles flying
I only see love burning
I only feel the end of times coming.

Slowly, we're beginning to fade.
Leaving our beloved planet in shame
Dying, by the hand the fed
Killing, by the hands of the damned

And, when everything comes to an end
You'll see what I meant
And, hopefully
Will Try to save yourself.