And I was forgotten, dead by the eternal loneliness
I can't stop to cry...
The rain make my moments
between the cold silence of the walls
make the hate arise, I'll be waiting for blood.
A dead feel was broken again, why it never dies?...
The sad song of the slaves,
is writen in a burial place.
I can't stop to cry...
The rain make my moments
between the cold silence of the walls
make the hate arise, I'll be waiting for blood.
A dead feel was broken again, why it never dies?...
The sad song of the slaves,
is writen in a burial place.