Storm Of Progress Lyrics - Nuestros Derechos

The angel of our history 

With his face towards the past. 

Sees an endless catastrophe: 

New ruins built on the last. 

The angel wants to spread his wings 

To make whole what has been smashed, 

Awake the countless dead victims 

Set all the living ghouls at rest. 

chorus: 

It's the storm of so-called 'progress' 

Feeding the flames of decay. 

It's the storm of so-called 'progress' 

In the end we all shall pay. 

But a fierce wind is blowing 

From what once was Paradise. 

The angel cannot close his wings 

Nor distract his staring eyes. 

This raging storm propelling him 

Into the future that remains. 

His back turned to this bleak prospect 

Before him debris and flames. 

repeat chorus