The blow of the wind that erase your prays
It brings the dust of a perverse thought
I prefer to die in free will
Instead to drown in rotten lamentations
Tear the pages of your fears
Become your own thought

Headed to the power I went down
Because of the envy of those that preach the misfortune
Sometimes I can feel that your disillusions make me stronger

I am conceived by the blasphemy
Conceived by inhuman blood

The reading of the filthy book
Can blind a true thought

Your blind hand can't discern an act of freedom
I suffer the anguish for the wisdom
I take with me a revenge traced by hate
Heading to dominate

I destroy the stones in my road
Fear my acts if you are still alive
Then you will see my immortal victory
And you will die rusted for the envy

lead Barros

I am conceived by the blasphemy
Conceived by inhuman blood