He woke up and came back from the trance
and now he can see is becoming insane
But his tears
can´t save him from the cursed doom
The nightmare did open his mind
and shown the ambition was turning him blind
He was being a slave of the own mean mentality

Morbid night, a discoloured landscape
the disarmony of the distorted cries
it was the scenary of his unpleasant dreams
Ruddy blood, the wound on the flesh
the image of the murder he wants to forget
but his reality and mind do not walk in same line

This is the time to die!
The mind put him in checkmate
In this game, an unfair duel
The predator of souls
flinched, cowered and now runs like a pray
why?
contradictions of life

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