Beyond time, beyond thought, even
beyond reason, the fleeling of frustration
are founded of hate and proud
You want to come? come to me, red
tears will born form your eyes, forgotten
by fake promises ...
... and they´ll fall in the crimsom night,
that shroud your nostalgia and shelter
your wrath.
Atmosphere of fury!!! Will it be true? or
just the pathetic reality of mankind, who
don´t understand his own reality.
It´s time of vengance, to reach your
last and only chance, and the extract of time, consumates on oblivion, will make
of a man, a rational creature.
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