كلمات Epifania

He woke up and come back from the trance. And now he can see. He was becoming insane. But his tears can´t save him from his cursed doom. The nightmare did open his mind. And shown the ambition was turning him blind. He was being a slave of his own mean mentality. Morbid night. A discoloured landscape. The disarmony of the distorted cries. It was the scenary of his unpleasant dreams. Ruddy blood. The wound on the flesh. The image of the murder he wants to forget. But his reality and mind do not walk in same line. This is the time to die! Mind put him in checkmate. In this game. An unfair duel. The predator of souls flinched. Cowered And now runs like a prey. Why? Contradictions of life.