saratoga:VII
That cold wind that freezes will leave soon
dam full of regret evil.
Under the Sun is the encouragement that you will succeed
blood from hell to walk.
There is no truce, it was already time to mourn,
Now do not cry, not to invoke fear, do not judge their wickedness.
Feeling cold and calculated
about his soul flies betrayal,
Today the clouds gray door to your call,
life is a thousand rounds, the flight of the falcon.
As murky river channel or without flow,
as a flower is born to die I know that,
captures the full moon day drowning their value,
between black shadows relieves their pain.
Afraid, can not scream, it was the bullet
and want to fly up to heaven, go without thinking.
Feeling cold and calculated
about his soul flies betrayal,
Today the clouds gray door to your call,
life is a thousand rounds, the flight of the falcon.