As a long wait at the end, the memories of this history is presented in my mind as a screen falls before my eyes

And I don't accept this obsession moment and I don't accept the stormy reality through this known history written in a static scenery and I don't accept this obsession moment

I can't change my life and I can't erase the past
I have written an indelible chapter of my history in synthetic scenery I played a tawdry novel

In this small universe saw further on and in my illness - I was blind
In the pleasure of the possible fantasy
My mind smiled with my dreams
A strange sense inhabitated my body...

The time gos shortening in my mind
They mix strange memories
The old offered promises are tramped next to people's blood

Observe your destroyed road and believe in false salvation promises
I sit down annoyance against your species and I want your extinction

Convicts to the extinction - the infernal fire surrounds you
Hidden - believing to be safe, they hide of death
Convicts to the extinction - the fear eats your soul
The human race is victim of his own nature

The sky is darkened and the death advances
Your children are taken of the hand and driven to the scaffold

The silence calms my spirit
The misery of our lives ends up
Your blood pays the price of the deformed life

The desire appears of squeezing, every day is more intense
The darkness wraps me
I foresee their prompt fall
The strange desire invades me

Will you be light of darkness?
Only silence as the death and you appear and take possession of the weak one to be their fight is insufficient

The anguish goes disappearing
The morbid silence reigns
Now I'm waiting
According to the foredoomed
To born, to fight and to die, writing a fatal desire

My agony is silenced - and the life disappears
I have taken my soul - and I have scattered
I'm casting their end - I'm indifferent
My domain prevails

Their sacrifice was unavoidable
Their anxiety was cured
We know...he waits
And the silence hits us...

Recurrent visions overturns my brain
Do I lose the sense?
Nightmares destroys the sky
Victims of war claims to the winds for justice
A body without past - and without name... observes me

Knowing the purity of your insane feelings when you submerge listening your beats
You navigate unceasingly to the port of the madness
You shiver and you recognize the things easily, ignoring the pain of your open wounds

Behind the mask of fragile skin we hide a new steel race
Murderers of memories and wounds, we are the bad side of your technology

You take your desires, to another dimension
The passion flows in your impure blood and your brain doesn't recognize the beats of your poor paper heart

And we are the part of your nightmares
We observe you from another dimension
We play with your feelings and illnesses in flesh and blood we are the bad side of your technology

But only you recognize your stupidity
The humiliation is always in your eyes
Your hypocrisy make me see your paper heart

As sad shades of the night we lie in the limbo of our put bars, on tombs
As souls in pain of those who are dead in life
We live this way...the proscribed of the freedom in the Jail of the Black River...

And it is that for us, there are not...
Luminous dawns neither days colorings
There are not... splendid moons
Neither perfumed springs in this damned valley that digests our lives in the numbered niches...

And it happens this way slowly the time of the ignominy
Slow the days, slow the hours, the minutes and the seconds
In that pray indefatigable
Those that never before prayed
And they sing voice in neck who have gotten tired of crying...

We don't see the sun when it is born
Rocked in clouds of gold
Neither when it says goodbye
Surrounded of their purple glory...