: [TED BUNDY] Rit: Loro sono assassini vestiti di blu pero son quattro scemi lo sai anche tu li chiaman carabinieri ma i nomi veri li sappiamo noi ooh
: [Lyrics: Alex - Music: Juan] Cual irracional e imperfecta es la compleja humanidad que grande seria la vida si no existieras y no vivieras Desearia
: [Lyrics: Alex - Music: Juan] Salvados en el valle de las almas, jadeantes, felices, escenas de jubilo a la derecha del Mesias a la izquierda del caduco
: [Lyrics: Alex - Music: Juan] Mas alla del dolor, rezare, pediras sufrir, pecar, alma penar han llegado al monte de la gloria que con ansias vagaron
: [Lyrics: Alex - Music: Juan] Por esas lagrimas derramadas en los suelos, se mezclaron la sangre, por aquellos, que vieron caer los suyos, defendieron
: [Lyrics: Alex - Music: Dilson] El sol poniente ensangrienta el cielo con rojas heridas tus ojos son pozos formados por lagrimas temor latente os duele
: [Lyrics: Alex - Music: Dilson] Porque ya aqui todo ha terminado como acaba la luz del mas bello dia como muere el aire al entrar a mi cerebro, como
: [Lyrics: Alex - Music: Alejandro] Masacres, matanzas, barbaries, realidad, la muerte amenaza Ritos de muerte Violencia injusta militares armados
: [Lyrics: Alex - Music: Dilson] Buscando arrasar con la estupida fe de que todo es bondad una falsa doctrina mas... en los actos de verdad una mentira
: [Lyrics: Alex - Music: Dilson] Tras confesar, sobre mis rodillas con el peso de mis faltas a un rostro oculto en baja voz, confieso mis errores confieso
: The fresh humidity of the green moss wets my skin, my body laying down, as it suits to who adores a god, over the sacred stones of the Cromlec?h. Our
the flesh and the nerves and the black seers raised hearts still pulsating to unnamable Gods for their obscure prophecies. Prepare now your soul for the embrace of the sacred
: Feel the breeze on my face the icy breath of the Goddess. I raise my hand and touch the illusion. My mind is powerful and my Ego is high as the mountain
: I raise my eyes at dead of night I hear the silence moulding my body I hear the damp and living ground throbbing I belong to it. I'm the guardian of
the wicked ignorance of the Lambs of god. In my devotion the sign of Voor. In my devotion the sacred Tor. The circle of power be a sacred place, shield
: In the whirls of time, turning their eyes toward the shadowy monumental symbols of the past, following the lines up to the places, where power and
at the bar So C'mon Mac do the sacro-iliac C'mon back do the sacro-iliac Won't you c'mon back do the sacro-iliac C'mon back do the sacro-iliac Won
