Letras:
Without Face Astronomicon

My mind's remains come to life again While ny sould awakes from my sence's Night But at once another dark's spreading around... To feel if I were a dead

I remember the Night That sight's still inside On old men's streets Ghosts of never beens Voices of the Violin Cried for many Nights Flames of the

In the darkness of Time, in the name of God Truth dies in the dying shout, Crying kisses or killer's hands And the glory grows on glorious heads... This