Trilha do Inferno lyrics by Old Burn. Instantes, segundos, sussurros á noite É a faca que rasga a pele das bestas O mártir, poeta, sangrando palavras Que...
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Instantes, segundos, sussurros á noite
É a faca que rasga a pele das bestas
O mártir, poeta, sangrando palavras
Que fuzila noites com balas de prata
Consciência perdida, incestos mentais
Continuamente formando anormais
Ratazanas, baratas, em corpos caídos
Fodidos, perdidos, malditos imundos
Trilha do Inferno!
Consciência perdida, incestos mentais
Continuamente formando anormais
Ratazanas, baratas, em corpos caídos
Fodidos, perdidos, malditos imundos
Trilha do Inferno!
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