To Define My Pray

"Few do something for someone. Some, many even try. And those who do, never do it completely.
He who strikes a man in the most unpredictable form, causes pain to himself. If this man isn't nothing, he is a coward.

As Randy Blythe said...
"Such Is The Rule Of Honor"


Now you know the truth
I gave my life to save you
But i'ts too late to save yourself
We will meet in your temple

Day after day
You'll see the world lying
And people will challenge you
Swallow your pride this time
For later, do not swallow roses

Give me a piece of hate
To define my pray
Our prayers

Grito

Um som estranho vindo do corredor
Se propagava no ar, um tipo de dor
"Talvez seja a hora de partir" Repetia
Algo brilhava em seu rosto, todo dia

Aquele mesmo som se repetia
Lá fora era um doce
Por dentro, sem empatia

À ouvia gritar toda a noite
Talvez fosse diversão
Fazer com que tudo fosse ao chão

Chegaria a hora de reagir
Quando menos esperasse.

E esperou ansiosamente
Que um dia voltasse.