Pesadelo...
Rodolfo / Stuart / Thiago
Walking for the dark Forest of Ilusions
Dazzled for creepy fog that me hang
I hear bark of wolfs and shouts that cry
I feel the Smeel of Blood in the Cold air of night.
My eyes search for the light
My shakys hands
Don´t be refuges for to hold
Don´t be salvation
Insanitys blossom in my mind
Submited for the damned destin
Kneel on ground how in a prayer
I wait for the beasts hurgries of life
For much time I needed to scape of my perverts
And deny my conscience
Ignoring my feelings
But however I run of my interior badnees
I can´t stop of to see
Death in my DREAMS.
