Treasures:

Stand with the fire of the Condor rise on me!
Running to the hill, to the cave of his will.
Watching the leaf…the vein on the leaf.
Taking the stars, from the mountains to the “I”.

What is the treasure that mountain hide?
Are you sure to reach inside?
Are you expend a life without price?
Cross the bridge to the mountain Passed for our blackened waters.
Rain: thunder shock

On the mountain of night, we receive a curtain of light;
Fly with the grotesque…
Fly with the pain…
See the wall of imagination,
a brutal consolation

Crawling between angels, flying towards the sky.
A monster of pain tread your soul on leafs.
He is the one that brings to the hide mountain,
The fields of pain and despair…

Rai leaves:

…And the sun rises…
my face was bath with the light of death
Hands from dust are dirt like my mind.
Think that I lead wrongly to the cave
My sons, your sons.

Stand with the fire of the Condor rise on me!
Running to the hill, to the cave of his will.
Condemned, self dying
Conquered with pitiful feast

The concealment form to merciless slaughter
The philosophy of life became between laughs and…

What mountains hide explain the road that a most of people have to cross to found
the knowledge focus for a particular part of his fucking life, its begins with the start
(the ascent to mountain), the rapture (Upon the crumbling wall at summit of mountain),
the end or beginning of a new disease (an allergic feeling about the lamb of god).

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