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Nightmares between the heaven and the promised lands |
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I feel myself immersed in bitterness |
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There is no rest for midnight travellers... |
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... In paths don't led by a northern star... |
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When desecrations knock a broken hope |
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Adversities advise the slaves of hate |
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Lost, immersed, imprisoned... |
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I'm fighting versus myself |
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Maybe the coming days take out the worst of us |
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Maybe we're victims of a playing Gods... |
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Scales have turned the weight of blindness |
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Against the eyes that gaze at sun... |
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We have been burnt by its reflections... |
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In our depths we are slaves of hate |
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Lost, immersed, imprisoned... |
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I'm fighting versus myself to (the) death... |
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The days when we were undefended are gone beyond recall |
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A fortress of rage has been built inside on my own remains |
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Reborn from the pain, I take on mistakes |
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With no regrets... |
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Intrudes in forbidden lands |
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Souls in torment which will never find their rest |
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Ah! Don't be deceived by a future which never will come |
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Before the lighting strikes the ground |
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There is always an spirit which blows in the storm... |
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Against you |
