Hangover

Lost in the time

Seven clang of a bell
We are lost in hell
The crow bring sins
They pull the strings

In the direful and
Blinding dangerous nights
The bells when they exhale
Generate a demonic sound

The weak fleeing,
The brave die,
The blood flows,
Drink for the crows

[refrão]
Lost in the time
Here in this city
Where they pass the bats
Behind human blood
We will be to the aid wait

The dirty
The dirty crows of blood
Eating human brains
What clean they are the rain
That scares them with rays

The time does not follow
Released a silent bellow
Tears without crying
I leave something behind

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