'The wind blows, your body trembles, as pierced by the cold one, In your hot and soft look, your life marches
all bottom, Which is this evil that gnaws you? Who destroys you not to not, Gnawing basely remains it of your
force, does not abandon.
I saw you in your abyme to look for the time, look for the exit, You await there believing to know, even lower
plunging, Which is this evil that gnaws you? Who destroys you despite you, You leave yourself to invade by
this poison you do not fight!
CHORUS
Looking for the delivery, I found the pain I wanted simply to destroy my fear, I not more can fight, remaining
me the tears, For single accompanist..
Where is this voice that guided me when I was afraid, In my childhood I draw my last moments of happiness, You
kill me, you me suis,je flee you, you harm me.
Every day you believe to flee of what you like sometimes This destructive pleasure that protect you, you believe? Behind this fleeting mask that you construct
yourself with that, You are even more fragile that you believe,
Leave peace to resume your soul, You abysses the life that flows in your skin, Flies away- you towards of
other skies, The evil that you abyss is your obsession.
i used translator:
'The wind blows, your body trembles, as pierced by the cold one, In your hot and soft look, your life marches all bottom, Which is this evil that gnaws you? Who destroys you not to not, Gnawing basely remains it of your force, does not abandon.
I saw you in your abyme to look for the time, look for the exit, You await there believing to know, even lower plunging, Which is this evil that gnaws you? Who destroys you despite you, You leave yourself to invade by this poison you do not fight!
CHORUS
Looking for the delivery, I found the pain I wanted simply to destroy my fear, I not more can fight, remaining me the tears, For single accompanist..
Where is this voice that guided me when I was afraid, In my childhood I draw my last moments of happiness, You kill me, you me suis,je flee you, you harm me.
Every day you believe to flee of what you like sometimes This destructive pleasure that protect you, you believe? Behind this fleeting mask that you construct yourself with that, You are even more fragile that you believe,
Leave peace to resume your soul, You abysses the life that flows in your skin, Flies away- you towards of other skies, The evil that you abyss is your obsession.
CHORUS
I muster my life dusts.'