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quarta-feira, 9 de março de 2016
Undergroundance
The seeds of mystery
The lost in dark room
My life, your life
Mourn in silence without hopes
Undergrondance close to the edge of hell
The whispers of dead men and women cries in my hears
My luck's star was turn off
Love is a suicide, and I want to die with him
Kill me
But kill me slowly
Show me your sorrow, maybe my sorrow is the same
The pain in my soul, in my flesh
My dance in this abyss, this underground, this occult place
I want you to dance with me in the eternal circle
of life, birth, love, sons, and death...
...or and rebirth, I hope, I creed
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