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You will find him dirty and tattered at the bottom of a trenchTrembling and tired, clung to his opiumThe burst hate doesn't speak to his heart anymoreYet overwhelmed by terror and remorseAnd he has no time for his memoriesNor voice to weep his mistakesIn the depth of never ending nightLonely and mad he runs away embracing the steel of deathShe wept for long that night away from himAnd the blood of her son is on their handsThe world dimmed and turned upside downHiding her shame and her pain uselesslyAnd the tears got lost in that momentShe dreams her son grown up and strongAnd she's smiling beautiful with no veilThe sun of those days lost in timeThe warm wind, his favorite horseBut he has no time for the memories, buried in the mudNor voice to weep for his mistakesFading away without a traceNo witness to the indignation, only the silenceShe wept for long that night away from himAnd the blood of her son is on their handsThe world dimmed and turned upside downHiding her shame and her pain uselesslyAnd the tears got lost in that momentOnly the silence From Letras Mania