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And here I am,

I´m the shadow of thousands tombs

Crying with earth the solitude

Of the winds.

Satan blinded and Jesus kicked

Cry with us!

Empty hope of to be

Who make the destiny?

Always dead walking here

Broken roots calls to me

Tombs drowning bones... They are the oblivion.

Bones dissolved in seas of materialism

Voices dissolved

In seas of suffering

//Empty hope of to be

Who make the destiny?

Always make walking here

Broken roots calls to me//