8 acessos
Walking alone the true path among pain You were calling a loser facing egolastric minds
Your corporal mind-a suffering symbol a single mirage of your eternal power
Utopical image unknow from the material context prayed in the inmensity of all imagination
You stand in the vacum existence in the mighty of my cosmos
You're the balsam that cures the wounds of my falls
who protecme in my victory I only wait your return
The obsession growns in the presence of the new return
Blessed are the neutral ones and victims under the influence of dream
my faith isn't so blind like those who lives deceiful in this reality of illusion
Blind faith, inmerse in eternal light sprinkle of hope premetering toward my mind
I submit your voice and breath in the most loudly silence...