In days of vigilance my eyes pass around They don?t see anything other than the fight against the fall But if I born dead none of this can be real Mere daydream is life, it?s the dead upon this earth Look without your eyes! While the sand moves in the desert, the rain numbs the people Lots of takers rose up against the enemy of multiple faces Some apparent victories hid disloyalty, a seed searching for new soil To germinate again and reinitiate the cycle of pain Why do I see so much hate? If the evidences show that Daydreams are merely confusion Behind huge walls of an imponent solid face Hides the mask of unreality and I wait for the final awakening Why do I see so much hate? If the evidences show that Daydreams are merely confusion The doubts around the reality of life ring in my dreams These are the final days! You can`t live, so pray and believe, if not you won?t receive The good new and You?ll burn in hell! In state of vigilance I will survive and wait for the final awakening Without any hope, without knowing if my life is real! In my heart there still is the face of death My blood: Waiting for the afflicted spill A defect that pronounces itself, but doesn?t regain and turns me into a sacrifice half alive (And I?ve) white blood! White blood! White blood Improper blood until the sacrifice!