I've got a red historycal document

Wich I gave an illegible value

Many lives destroyed by destiny

Few victories for our heroes

I'm not going to give a name to the colours too

I grew up without a proper culture

It's right in a bowel of the Dantesque hell

The man who I hate is the irregular access door

I am the bloody in the violent age

Godlike a poet for a new games

I am the candidate for the next law

Waiting for your hands, my rotten ass

I'm not going to give a name to the colours too

I am grown without a proper culture

It's right in a bowel of Dantesque hell

The man who I hate is the irregular access door

I am the bloody in the violent age

Godlike a poet for a new games

I am the candidate for the next law

Waiting for your hands, my rotten ass

Waiting for your hands, my rotten ass

Waiting for your hands, my rotten ass

Bring now the ancient orders

In the age i wich I belong

Now the sacred law of thought

Persecutes the heretic captive

Your false prophet is

In forced silence

I'm going to dece it

Alone in the Dark

Broken by my life

I'm going to come down in my crypth

I want to be free

Wanted imprisoned

Through radian metal bars

In my life I'm the Prisoner

Killed by myself

But my soul flying in the sky

And you are going to my ancient fearless enemy

We modest patience in the endless joy

If you force them to enter I will stay in more rooms

I don't bend to my revals, I don't bend

I don't bend to my revals, I don't bend

Force them to enter

We modest patience in the endless joy

If you force them to enter I will stay in more rooms

I Don't refuse with presumption its narrow presence

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