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INGLÊS: :: PORTUGUÊS: Ten Thousand Strong (Jon Schaffer) A gathering summoned by the Elder A consequence of what's imminent A prophecy dark and foreboding Forces the to face human intent The chosen seek refuge in the mountains Reluctantly the loved ones recognize The sacrifice they must adhere to The only hope for future Setian life Like a martyr sacrificed Await the days of Clouding Earth Mother's sharing in our pain Erase the human memory They know not of where they came And though our hearts are broken We have to wipe the tears away In vain they did not suffer Ten thousand strong will seize the day What we possess, mankind is after Direct descendants of the Architect Children of God, seeds of creation Stakes so high we must never relent We lie in wait 'til the human minds are clouded Initiation of the Master Plan Assimilate, build new life among them Centuries will pass, patience will win We are the bane of man Await the days of Clouding Earth Mother's sharing in our pain Erase the human memory They know not of where they came And though our hearts are broken We have to wipe the tears away In vain they did not suffer Ten thousand strong will seize the day Prophecy (Jon Schaffer) I can see clearly now, A painful vision indeed An attack on hallowed ground, From high above Alien to us, The species known as man A serious threat, in the eyes of the Elder So heed my warning, Before our own existence Falls near extinct Our culture is lost In ancient mystery, Covered in the sands of time A sacred few survive The massacre this night In secret they will meet A new society Ten thousand years from now, A child will be born I've seen the vision, the writing on the wall He'll walk the Earth, Two thousand years or more Paving the way, For mankind's fall So there is hope you see, But we must act with great speed Assemble the chosen, the ones to lead, And morph them in the likeness of man Oppressed for centuries, Await the prophecy The child will set us free, Reclaim it rightfully We'll take their identity And live among them free All the while, Plotting events that mold their history We'll build the perfect beast With the knowledge that they seek If it takes ten thousand years, We never will retreat Assassins we will be, Through human history Jesus Christ to Kennedy, The Domino Decree Disciples of the Watch, Prepare the coming curse If it takes ten thousand years, We never will retreat And so, our world is doomed, We'll lay claim again some day There is hope, in the birth of one, So many centuries away Birth Of The Wicked (Jon Schaffer) Daylight breaks hard on sacred ground For centuries We've questioned them of His birth But in this hour, on this day, The Elder knew Years of madness must now subdue Order must be enforced To hide the truth Cause on this day, In this hour it's coming true Child of the wicked and ancient man Baptized in black magic, Their master plan Born of the Watch, His prophecy, by their command Conceived of the beast and stars above We'll shape and guide him with undyng love Born of the watch, through sands of time By their command So, behold the birth, the wicked child Born of the Beast, in eastern sands He will arise, He will divide He has the power to bring the end It's up to us now to seal his fate Marked with the proper math The child's none to late Blessed by the Beast, Our Chosen One was born this day He'll rise from the ashes Of our dying race Manipulate history, time and space The Elder, Men of the Watch, Professed this day
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