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Feeling the silence

Of a living green room

The wind’s chant was hared by my heart

Innocence and wrath marched by my side

i screamed the sound of that trumpet’s command:

[Chorus:]

“the troops of the southlands are marching with honor

The call of blood

The winds and the mountains will guide their steps

The call of blood

Inside the heart of the warriors wild horses will ride

And the heads of the bastards will roll on the streets”

The vengeance of the innocence on these age will be law

For the life, in the night

Last supper of the right

It’s the call of blood

Breaking the silence

Of a noisy grey room

The cries of the innocence awaked my wrath

Were the words of a child called “no one” like me

I scream the words of that wizard old child

[Chorus:] (x2)