Absonant Cadence
Emergence
Each day I die clandestinely but the universe is spying me on for masking the ashes grey ruins of my soul awake and those bits of life as reals as apprehended the ones i structure... the return for a question of resurrection i come back in the death's placing in where i am dead another time i'm only lignt and tumult another time i'm just shadow and silence otherwise i emerge again from an old stagnation I is the end cold is the hand of death when she is exorting you Letras de cancionesto follow her in the deepest foundations of the revolt i is the end of a deadly world my friend you will see one drowsy life at her last breath in her torment death grasps the spine of life breaking of her icy fingers the bones of self respect... respect... respect cold is the hand of death when she do the work for you in front of the glance of the warder's surrender suicide the end i want this end she gives her hands and i is the end
From Letras Mania