Under the Spell
of Hate and Lies
Only Remain
Lost Rewards
For Pain, Sin and Thirst
Of Promises, Which Will Be Destroyed
br/>You will not forget those
who put a price on your religion
They will kneel and now you only seek
Console that desire to avenge your honor Resurrect
There is no place for an outlaw
Who Only Seeks His Home
Loneliness of a Life Without Time to Feel
Without Nothing to Give
Without Morals, for a Wound That You Will Not Heal
Without Forgetting There is No Stay
There is nothing left after the silence
That keeps stuck without confessing to the Truth
You have understood
That it is of no use
To repent
In a Fairy Tale
And You Will Return to Feel the Heat
That Comes Out of Fear
Grabbing Your Soul
You Know That Death
Is Waiting on the Other Side
ah Sell Your Skin
to the Highest Bidder
But Nothing Will Do
Until They Beg
For Their Salvation
Their Surrender
There Is No Place For An Outlaw
br/>Who Only Seeks His Home
Loneliness of a Life Without Time to Feel
Without Nothing to Give
Without Morals, for a Wound That Will Not Heal
Without Forgetting There is No Left
There is nothing left after the silence
That keeps you stuck without confessing to the truth

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