The Dead Days That Will Come

The suffering is dreadful of if to be alone between solitude and tears
The rottenness be in everybody homes
and the alienation reached everywhere

How will grow our children with much madness and pain?

Twisted minds are taken for the depression
And the lament is bigger inside me
One sickly nature take over of my thoughts
And demented see innocent blood watering their gardens

I went touched by ice wind of black abysses
And beheld a future pale and sick
Where the peace inhabit thousands of graves

And no longer there are more happy moments

When the storm to pass same with the hope everything will finish
And no import what if make, you will can not see God in heaven
Drops of blood will fall of your face tired and sad
While the sky break in our heads

Your mind will be terribly tortured
The depression in the will touch once more

And if still remain pure thoughts in your mind
They if will disappear among the ruins of the oblivion
Dreams can also to die
Who will listen my screams coming of the deep of the abyss?

The hope is a sad dream that if discards
And I saw the end looking the stars.

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