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Through a window a ray sunchine

The woman and my double dancers of death

Slip through of the dust particles

It´s flashing on the shoulders of his coat

I look at my double, and look me, but we are not each one

He is my fear, and he´s my lord. My guide to pain and death

They glide through the sunshine

From the window to the wall

Slowly to the beat of the music heard

The sermon and the word of my double kills

Forgetting and leaving the fear of death

Her silent whispers are counterpoints

A silent voice in my head

Music for an irredeemable evil

The order to kill in the music that is heard

The adored by the ignorant masses

The delegate of God in the day wrath

Bring us the day of the punishment, and fear...