SHADOWS DEAD
Life is stepping into the shadows died
The widow of a soul in the pains made
And when reality is delighted
Many different paths where you are going
Opening from the past old doors
The fate never keeps it satisfied
Death approaches as lies
The grips on these dreams that now you cry
Hideous caricature, I will not bring
Only some remnant of a caress
Scathing of those who never had given me love,
In the shadow of the void I follow submerged
And by using terror to the last verse,
Drinking the loneliness, friend and beast.
LOURES
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