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"