The bleed of the usual sense of life
heals me from your presumption
The wake of the new great sense of death
Eternalize my essence above the flesh
hold my hand and trust, in the day we cross the bridge of love, smile
you wont fall here again
Children of the fallen truth
spare your poisoned lies of death
psychotic lies in your head in bloom
you born once more with a heart of stone
what you denied in your past comes now
You runned, from your own harvest of sorrow
Retire the veil between life and death
You can deceive what you see
(but) You cannot deceive what you will be
Let me break your retention chains
The great beyound is not your stupid heaven your stupid hell
still less life as a biologic accident
Just Keep your time to run with the winds in the hill and sense the following rain
in your weak skin of snow
Uma vez mais tua arrogância
arremessa ao longe a partícula angelical
que havia em vocÊ
Uma vez mais minha ajuda sucumbe
No pobre vazio de seus ideais
Tua carne se adula em ouro
tua alma se banha em fel"