?Soy tinieblas y amanecer, nada y todo a la vez? Sobre el sepulcro lagrimas de sangre cayeron. La muerte me ensena su secreto, un ser incomprendido
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"Days of glory Left in the past This perfect day Will be the last As time has come, Forefathers blessed Soon to join you I'll lay to rest..." (Written
Old man's sitting there, his head bowed down Every now and then he'll take a look around And his eyes reflect the memory pain of years gone by He can'
You said you could not love, Instead you love to hate, ?The liars and the vampires will break these bloody chains. ? You say you cannot love, Inside
[DJ Spin One cuts up] "I know you hate to hear the drama" x3 "the drama's all we know" "I know you hate to hear the drama" "the drama's all we know
I hate this world where I was born I loathe the knowledge pretention The ethics and virtue mankind defends The hypocrisy of human venture where Altruism
I scrawled an ode to this mortal coil In scarlet upon your back I gnarled in code with dreadful toil A parting verse so black... Ivory skin streched out
The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams When every man is torn apart
The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams upon the instrument's object the sunlight brightly gleams where every man is torn apart
The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments if death The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart
Breaking, all these rules you made for me Running, through these mine fields set for me Burning, in the fire you fueled for me Laughing at the anger
I haven't slept in forty days Something here just doesn't feel right This eerie place keeps me up all nights So tired now, I'm losing my sight Yellow
Unearth the vile of anger Inside surveillance begins Abide the urge you want To breathe from within Exhume the will of saints You cannot ever prevail
Get up, do what you want Before, before it's too late Don't, don't worry yourself Of others I don't think Kick down the door To hell for more Severe
Protection, from the cold Isolation, within to hold Reflections, of a long lost day This universe, a state of grace When you rise Above the clouds When
Enter this corridor of light Envision the loss of your sight Daydream when it all seems right Hallucinate division of the perilous flight Break, break
Through the smoke I see the trees No one left for us to please A perfect world where no one dies Go to heaven with your lies Wasted and confused I walk
