The eye of the history

I am the eye of history  ,

observing the games of the power.

The fall and the metamorphosis.

The king lying at the foot of the throne.

You ,jester ,pick up that bloodstained crown

 and place it on the demon's head ! 

I am the voice of the false prophets.

The belching of the well-fed ministers .

 songs by the lecherous troubadours .

Priests and rabbis devoted to  the serpent .

 corrupt judges acting as a silent enforcers.

Executioner get rid the martyr's corpse

to the crowd to  ease its fear !

 Hatred sanctifies the body of original  shame...

 Sinner don't feel confined anymore  by such 

of broad consciousness ...

 submit turn around and contemplate your destiny !

I am the iron wrapped in the silk of the shroud .

death knells ,heralding the end of time 

and the birth in the stable !

  dark radiance .Triumph of the sacred number ...

I am the reason that denies the light of day ,

letting shadows of the night invite lost spirits 

to share in my whims ...

  Hanged in a public square you have 

no entry to paradise ! 

  Only the face of oblivion ...

Offer the chalice of infamy to the woman 

 of ill repute dragged to the stake of redemption .

this goes the law of the avengers ,

clad in the angels remains ! 

 I am the eye of the history ,

slaves chanting of my glory !

  somber sheppard leading the  herd 

to the gay holocaust ...

  no one knows my name .

All of whom ,countless fruits of the dark seed.

 Calling me ,goddess,fate or a curse ,

I am the eye of the history ...