But we
the blood of the mother is waiting for the death of forgotten
but trust in a lie as a lie hidden longing
a crime to forget about revenge
has forgotten the face of beauty lie
storm dream about me!
again, my failure to always go
Black recalls the punishment of the lost helpless daemon
illusion forgot about the despair Cross
admires the dark for a full madness guilt blasphemous
Do you not even remember anything...