The inspiration comes to you When you feel the wind come through The skies still wait to any emotion When a soul fly with total devotion The memories rise up again The rebellion comes by this While the mind not yet forget, Forget all thoughts The sins are made with intension When the sip of death is not come out The purgatory was made with Falsies ideologies and doubts When the wrong and right Are both relative in the world You down slowly and bleeding While your flesh is nourished Some people lie to be alive And lie again to don’t be denied The slaves of destruction Come bring to us People of their sickness minds