Second two or maybe a day
I glance over yellowed pages
Touch the scares of your unpure soul
I drown in sticky passion of your memory
Born from chaos wind of hatred human faces it posses
The sand of the sarcophagus of memories blows
And every seed is a diamond blade
In the tact of their language beats my heart
And pass centuries
I touch the scares of your unpure soul
Sometimes death comes at night
yellowed - amarillento
touch - toque
storm - tormenta
silence - silencio
scars - cicatrices
pages - páginas
names - nombres
memories - recuerdos
human - humano
night - noche
comes - proviene
scares - asusta
nothing - nada
chaos - caos
shall - deberá
drown - ahogar
second - segundo
passion - pasión
centuries - siglos
beats - late
blood - sangre
daylight - luz
diamond - diamante
blows - golpes
escape - escapar
sticky - pegajoso
language - idioma
birth - nacimiento
black - negro
sometimes - a veces
blade - espada
death - muerte
sarcophagus - sarcófago
fades - desvanece
memory - memoria
heart - corazón
gives - da
every - jeder
hatred - odio
faces - caras
filled - lleno
unpure -
their - su
maybe - tal vez
glance - vistazo
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