Sybila
Vitacit
Sybil
Silence of empty roads
Nowhere any sign
From all strong gestures
Remain mountains of stones
The last voice in the distance
Drowning in the river's murmuring
Gates of hundred-year-old truths
Bleeding again
Chorus:
Sybil raises her hand
Sybil curses them all
Fire burns in the veins
Endless curse
Her cruel prophecy
Arrives like a bad dream
Footprints in the hot sand
Suddenly lose direction
Fierce shadows of the past
The battle will end
