Testo di The Path Through The Worm Hole

Hell Trucker - The Path Through the Worm Hole When worm holes are dug. It doesn't matter if there lies angels or saints, Killers or demons No matter who you are. No matter who you were. The Path through the worm hole Where all emotions are left behind Scratch the surface, search for the light. The Path through the worm hole The fetid and wet, deserved dark Stuck on the ground, eaten alive. I'm trying to keep my thoughts above the skies. My wings are rotten, my father won't hear my cry My sword of pride, was thrusted in my tomb A nameless grave, dugged by my hands By Régis Reis (regishetfield@bol.com.br)