4 acessos
Frozen hands in a obscure night
There are threatening eyes over us
Wind beats with hate in our faces
A dying howl tears without
hesitation the stillnes
Crazy wishes to free itselves
Neither imortal jail that is its grave
Succed in sweltering this crazy ardent desire
Of felling the world
Rotten smelling begin to appear from these gaps
That start to give up
The rock formation in a river bed
The tombstone becames fragile
Going out is all you wish
Stand up!
Be born again is all you need
And then stand up!