Tonight sam is in a forest The rustle's trees is inflecin' him Blind men are pursuing him, to avenge themselves They claim this pleasure of being
Victim of hate, that falling in evil's jaws The hate remains, and the danger goes on Impotent face, graven by malaise They wiped out the just of rushness
Blind men, Blind men and Occult forces Blind men, Blind men and Occult forces
In the escape, Sam turns to them Their look is lapidary, and the remains petrified The occult forces are blocking him They claim his pleasure of being
Victim of hate, that falling in evil's jaws The hate remains, and the danger goes on Impotent face, graven by malaise They wiped out the just of rushness
Blind men, Blind men and Occult forces Blind men, Blind men and Occult forces
Their life haven't even a feeling Rising from subsoil, thirsty for blood Lead by occult forces, Drived by hunger They claim this pleasure of being
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