Andando lentamente o tempo parece não passar
Nem o oásis dentro de mim oferece abrigo
Os criadores do tempo falharam ao me tentar
Pesadelos mostram o amor do meu inimigo

Espere na fila da morte, o seu dia irá chegar
O vento do norte, o meu rosto veio secar
Parecem ser o

Rusty face but my eyes are burning
Seventh door after the lonely hallways
Even in the darkest path i feel you
And against the wall we're waiting for

Hear the lord of another world
He can tell you more than i know
The burned books are now in a grave
All thy hopes are

Dark clouds above my head, smell of sulphur in the air
Bones spreaded on everywhere, am I alive or am I dead?
I know that's not a dream, but I have no force to scream
Am I paying for all my sins? It's the end of me it's seems

What do I do to leave this place?
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