His lips are black, his eyes are red,
His heart is maimed, his mind is petrified,
He forgot something beautiful, and he fears being a leper,
Who is this guy?
... ... ... ....
Many drops of rain fell on him,
His soul shines, but his heart no longer beats,
Her tears fell like a broken pedestal,
His teeth chatter, his hands shake alike,
Returned to the world, but detained by death,
Who is this guy?
... ... ... ... ..
Sus labios son negros, sus ojos son rojos,
Su corazón esta mutilado, su mente ya esta petrificado,
Olvido algo hermoso, y teme ser un leproso,
Quien es este tipo?
.
Muchas gotas de lluvia cayeron sobre el,
Su alma brilla, pero su corazón ya no palpita,
Sus lágrimas cayeron, igual que un pedestal destrozado,
Sus dientes rechinan, sus manos tiemblan por igual,
Regreso a este mundo, pero detenido por la muerte esta,
Quien es este tipo?
..
The land is infested,
A few lights and darkness,
For someone who doesn't leave the dark,
It's just a slag that even God can't save,
Who hates the light,
And who curses the life,
They're always sailing, into seas of blood,
Who hates the land, the land of meat
Then alone they will die
Slaughtered like a lamb,
And the wasted time, attract more flies
As the parasite that lives, in a rotten body,
As the bad guy pretending, to be a good guy,
Songs sounds like, a slaughterer village,
As the gun pointing, at a boy tied up,
Many people laugh at the poor child,
Although he's crying
Dead people, don't laugh,,
Only the death, are the s
His lips are black, his eyes are red,
His heart is maimed, his mind is petrified,
He forgot something beautiful, and he fears being a leper,
Who is this guy?
... ... ... ....
Many drops of rain fell on him,
His soul shines, but his heart no longer beats,
Her tears fell like a broken pedestal,
His teeth chatter, his hands shake alike,
Returned to the world, but detained by death,
Who is this guy?
... ... ... ... ..
Sus labios son negros, sus ojos son rojos,
Su corazón esta mutilado, su mente ya esta petrificado,
Olvido algo hermoso, y teme ser un leproso,
Quien es este tipo?
.
Muchas gotas de lluvia cayeron sobre el,
Su alma brilla, pero su corazón ya no palpita,
Sus lágrimas cayeron, igual que un pedestal destrozado,
Sus dientes rechinan, sus manos tiemblan por igual,
Regreso a este mundo, pero detenido por la muerte esta,
Quien es este tipo?
..
The land is infested,
A few lights and darkness,
For someone who doesn't leave the dark,
It's just a slag that even God can't save,
Who hates the light,
And who curses the life,
They're always sailing, into seas of blood,
Who hates the land, the land of meat
Then alone they will die
Slaughtered like a lamb,
And the wasted time, attract more flies
As the parasite that lives, in a rotten body,
As the bad guy pretending, to be a good guy,
Songs sounds like, a slaughterer village,
As the gun pointing, at a boy tied up,
Many people laugh at the poor child,
Although he's crying
Dead people, don't laugh,,
Only the death, are the s