domingo, 25 de março de 2012


Life does not hide a single drop of meaning
Everything is fake, everything meaningless
Where is the freedom that love always promised?
Once again a noble feeling fails to its porpose...

Only remains what lies within us
Our hope, ou will, our steel forged path
That's us here, born from blood
A brotherwood of men, that will always be wolves.

Like we once promised
We will live above this meaningless pit of snakes!

By the power invested in me by myself
I condemn death to love! 


1 comentário:

Araúja Kodomo disse...

Como sempre, gostei :) *


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