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Visions of craniums, visions of bones

The cementery with more fire in the world

Profaned by dogs sent from hell

Human sacrilige that respects the dead

Right now they are resting in pain

To throw up the hate is too late

All what they do is to blame to you

Spirits easy to find, there they hide

Call to them and see yourself

Better control your destiny

At day you can feel the wind speak

But you can't hear exactly

What says the whisper in your ear

Come here to see this life

Come here to prove your mind

They make holes on tombs

To steal forever the ancient gold

Love and love to be the rich

Here is the place where the british win

Occult forces under the floor

Painful souls, they never leave you alone

Try to find water and try to survive

Before the pestilence of children

Appear at night

Come here to see this life

Come here to probe pour mind

The graVes are in the other side of the brothel

Where the bitches get fun with officers

Before they die

Real stories from my journey in the world

This is not a lie for you

You are watching the corpses

The corpses of fire

Dead people in another dimension

Different to us

Only ghosts thinking with dark emotions

Sadness, sorrow or maybe fury

And try to understand the whisper in your ear

To create the hide portal to fly.