My sorrow Roars like a lion
Trying to find the truth from the ghost of my life
Being a black ángel up there
Watching people suffer the black sorrow from my life
Smiling to those freak angels to become a war
That will be legend to those who suffer.
Voices talking
Time is flying
I'm turning into a soul
That will never be abel to stay strong as it used to be
My voice is howling like a wolf at the deep moon
Runing to be abel to feel the wind touching
My cold hard deep soul as i suffer.
This empty soul
This fake sorrow
This blood shot eyes
This dreams turns into nightmares
Cause this black angels
Are suffering from their own world.
