Ok then, here it is, my poem:
There're a lot of reasons to fear:
death, gods and the four hells.
Ther're thousand sounds to hear
on the deep darkness of the night.
I have no commitements with life,
just reasons to still alive.
We are not the slaves of light,
we are not puppets of a god.
Blood, war. It's my life for you or it's mine?
We wont redent you from your sins,
we are the justice of the losts.
They could have the strongest weapons,
they could have a sweet pray;
but buried alive just like deep bones
we will rice from the sacred fire.
I have no commitements with love,
just reasons to reach for lust.
Marcadores