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The blow of the wind that erase your prays

It brings the dust of a perverse thought

I prefer to die in free will

Instead to drown in rotten lamentations

Tear the pages of your fears

Become your own thought

Headed to the power I went down

Because of the envy of those that preach the misfortune

Sometimes I can feel that your disillusions make me stronger

I am conceived by the blasphemy

Conceived by inhuman blood

The reading of the filthy book

Can blind a true thought

Your blind hand can''t discern an act of freedom

I suffer the anguish for the wisdom

I take with me a revenge traced by hate

Heading to dominate

I destroy the stones in my road

Fear my acts if you are still alive

Then you will see my immortal victory

And you will die rusted for the envy

lead Barros

I am conceived by the blasphemy

Conceived by inhuman blood