Prisoners in the collective unconscious
Blind,
Grumpy mouths snorting venom in the name of God,
Cursing in the name of love,
 Filthy feet crawling in an orgy in the old world. .
Wanting white masks to crush his hands,
The languages,
 Tearing the viscera,
In a dark night of dread and lamentation,
Which even in the deepest spheres of Dante could not hear,
So much dirt on a sweet face
 With an exposed heart pulsing only for the chosen ones ..
We have seen that it kills with promises of imperial paradise

Died without love
With the keys in hand
The winds continue to howl on the hill
 Stars fell in the sea
No brightness, no color.
She died with narrow eyes.
No flower on your gravestone
Swallowed by worms
No regrets
In the eternal vacuum gliding

Morreu sem amor
com as chaves na mão
Os ventos continuam uivando no morro
estrelas cairam no mar
sem brilho, sem cores.
Morreu com olhos esgazeados
nenhuma flor em sua lápide
Engolida por vermes
Sem pesares
No vácuo eterno planando

She wants to die
She wants the pain
loneliness
In her hand...the knife
Color red
Not enough to pass
Blood on the floor
Waiting the moment
When her will be close
Forever...like a dream
She will smile
A sad smile
No tears
No one to see her
A shadow in this place
She wants to die
No love in her fucking life
No one to say goodbye
Almost done
Last thought to him
Last whisper in shame
Hell
Fear
Clouds in the eyes
Trying to get back
No way
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