And here i am, I´m the shadow of thousands tombs Crying with earth the solitude Of the winds. Satan blinded and jesus kicked Cry with us! Empty hope of to be Who make the destiny? Always dead walking here Broken roots calls to me Tombs drowning bones... they are the oblivion. Bones dissolved in seas of materialism Voices dissolved In seas of suffering //empty hope of to be Who make the destiny? Always make walking here Broken roots calls to me//