Letra de Transylvanian (Love)

Deep inside the heart and through my ears the voices are whispering If you don't evolve you'll cease to exist as an object of recreation The sound of silence awakens me and it feels I'm dying again Like the creature born from the sin, I am moved by the hands of my God The violent storm keeps raging down, to me life and death are the same Away from the light and into enslave like the dust that must move again I am commanded by hate without a will, as an object of recreation Away from the dream of what will it be, let this world be drowned in its grief Reincarnation of a man. Distilled through a pile of dirt. Shed a tear and let this world be drowned in its greed. Deep inside the heart and through my ears the voices are whispering If you don't evolve you cease to exist as an object of recreation We slowly cease to exist as an object of recreation