[Gionata, June 2002] Fields of ruins It looks like a desert Winds stand silent Hate breeds the earth The world is in ruin! Cover of blood. Piles of bones Rivers of skulls The ground is now full of deep red scars The world is in ruin! Cover of blood. Blood red torment Blood red storm Blood red coloured I was born The world is in ruin! The world is... in ruin! The world is in ruin I march upon its death Who called it home Had to find a new one The world is in ruin No hope this feeble time A march upon the shadows A march upon... thy night The world is in ruin Palaces stand aflame Mirrors are broken Now the ground has my sign The sign of Satan.