I am the loner
The gloomy mist's owner
I am
Old world was left in starvation and disease
fourteen ninety-two
[Old world has left in starvation and disease
fourteen ninety-two
Instrumental
Instrumental
Born in a sorry cot, left on the stairs of
I see the eyes of the darkness, beyond the fire
Where
Wars in the night
Fear in my eyes
And fighting with all
Walking trought the lane
when conforms our life
we play a fool's
You are a part of my life
Since I met you
Riding through the Earth in the chariot
making fun of Death.
Falling
Voy a hablar por boca de mi gente
expresando su deseperación.
¡Quiero
This is the story of more than a man
A notable
Careful, human, coming is a stranger
hooded, swinging a broad scythe
Hidden in the silence of your room
he whispers lies that
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