Feeling the silence
Of a living green room
The wind’s chant was hared by my heart
Innocence and wrath marched by my side
i screamed the sound of that trumpet’s command:

“the troops of the southlands are marching with honor
The call of blood
The winds and the mountains will guide their steps
The call of blood
Inside the heart of the warriors wild horses will ride
And the heads of the bastards will roll on the streets”
The vengeance of the innocence on these age will be law
For the life, in the night
Last supper of the right
It’s the call of blood

Breaking the silence
Of a noisy grey room
The cries of the innocence awaked my wrath
Were the words of a child called “no one” like me
I scream the words of that wizard old child

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