In thy eyes lies a will that was so pure Eloquent love which took Down into sparks of passion And it kills me, it hath secluded me My heart, sleeps tired before the Vast uncovered way, Moje serce jest zmeczone... Inside, the crescent bossom of the denial of Will...overflowing lakes Jeziora jako wzrastajace zaprzeczenie... Of grief with, a sigh of relief, painting the view With a sentiment of pain and joy... Jedno westchnienie bl... In thine breast I felt... how... intempestive Was, my devotion life, disappears upon The face of my hand, dentro...de minhas Lgrimas a dor... deflora...o meu Silncio... ...On the serene landscape, so dark At the end Im already, falling In my doom lenitive in this, twilight of metaphysical death Where tales of love, lies bleeding And now ,only remains, a black romance My pain is so utterly deeper... Now... it was dismistified forever... O,... but I still,... believe Mine heart,... is, only... ashes... Ripped by the thorns of the plant I tilled It has comprehension the ideia of The shining that yore has filled thy Heart as the dim of the colours becames sedative for A heart awashed by passion now Seared, in disillusion,... oh mournful Commiserated, crying before its Own denial, on a wistful, world Thyselfs desire which in Asceticism, begun To Flourish in Stagnance complete Carlos Barcelos Guitars Thiago Faggiani Drums Kleber Fainer Vocals, Keyboards Daniel Franco Bass
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