Don’t be afraid, It will set you free
Covered by lies made to the oppressed and those who can´t see
Of his ordeal, holding the blood on their hand
Embraced and observed for the death, her only friend

Mother of all beauty
Mother of all beauty

Feel the the weight of your bones and the violence
Dispelling anxiety and the night throughout his silence
Where the screams consume you until you die
Every inch of paradise is washed in lie

O toque da morte, o véu que cobre o esquecido
Tateando a luz que rastejam por um abismo
Ouvindo os sussurros de um caixão fechado
Trancado e sozinho em mármore gelado

E este é teu fim, devorado pelo destino
Trilhado passo a passo do morto antes menino
Foste criado com carinho, carregado pela mão
Agora descansa tua carcaça a sete palmos do chão

Mother of all beauty
Mother of all beauty

Don’t be afraid, It will set you free
Covered by lies made to the oppressed and those who can´t see
Of his ordeal, holding the blood on their hand
Embraced and observed for the death, her only friend

Mother of all beauty
Mother of all beauty

Feel the weight of your bones and the violence
Dispelling anxiety and the night throughout his silence
Where the screams consume you until you die
Every inch of paradise is washed in lie

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