: There were women holding rosaries On the day Manolete died Teenage girls in soft white dresses Standing silent peace respecting Groups of boys
There were women holding rosaries On the day Manolete died Teenage girls in soft white dresses Standing silent peace respecting Groups of boys held in
Dead trees rise from the snow This is where my path leads me Leads me to misery. They lost their name They will never dream, never hope Without words
all the time that you've sold away. Of all the smiles, laughter and passion. You've left behind. One of many, you file into the lines. Your hopes
world an eternal oath was reviealed. Blood had pour, no moore deaths will be healed. There is no salvation. Your life here has finished. No hope for
Tradução: Muerte. Nunca la esperanza.
There were women holding rosaries On the day Manolete died Teenage girls in soft white dresses Standing silent peace respecting Groups of boys held
It seems that we're only chasing after the hope and the dreams we have We don't trust ourselves in the present so we linger on to the past Let's go
strong is what I hate The plague that heals your wounds All you believe makes you sane, strong Immune Truth would destroy you You would wish for death
Speechless I lay down my head. Shaking from this feeling of emptiness. Every fucking time I try to create definitions of what my missions are, and why
burning world an eternal oath was reviealed. Blood had pour, no moore deaths will be healed. There is no salvation. Your life here has finished. No hope
: Dead trees rise from the snow This is where my path leads me Leads me to misery. They lost their name They will never dream, never hope Without words
: Que bueno que me contestas hijo de tu tal por cual en el negocio en que andamos para los dos no hay lugar jugar chueco a un sinaloense en muerte viene
dream is dead and when you wake it won't be there today your dream is dead and sew that smile up with threads embrace this hope and let it flow you failed
is dead and when you wake it won't be there today your dream is dead and sew that smile up with threads embrace this hope and let it flow you failed
opposition Tell the squad I want that man dead I want him dead [2] Kill free speech As an example Hang the corpse For all to see Kill all hope Of restitution