Shadows Of The Vengeance

The knife cuts the warm flesh.

A cry, bloody cry.

An already long time routine.

Machines bring the daily noise.

A sound of thousand victims.

A sound of death.

There's no one in the dark.

There's no one in the dark.

Thousand litres of blood.

Running every day.

Thousand souls.

Sent away...

I WON'

T CLOSE, CLOSE MY EYES.

I CAN SEE, I CAN SEE.