The black shadows of the tortured bodies
Hang tirelessly on the branches of dishonor
Condemned to the silence, to the silence of the weak
Cursed keepers of the path of the hanged men
Here stands the thin line between life and death
Here stands the frontiere between glory and pain
See the men
Who left their dreams to others stronger
To others stronger than them
See the men
For whom the reality
Cursed the name for eternity
Walking to the rhythm of the vultures screams
Mutilated by the vicious appetite of crows
Obscene exposition of an endless lost quest
I penetrate the circle of the damned
Frightened by this vision of horror
I continue under this fence of suffering
Attracted by the calls of abandon
Are my ambitions too strong for me
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
On the path of the hanged men
I touched the face of desperation
On the path of the hanged men
I learnt the weakness of dreams
On the path
On the path
I danced with the shadows of the damned
I heard the loud silence of oblivion
I touched the face of desperation
I learnt the weakness of our dreams
See the men
Who left their dreams to others stronger
To others stronger than them
See the men
For whom the reality
Cursed the name for eternity
See the men
Who left their dreams to others stronger
To others stronger than them
See the men
Who left their dreams to others stronger
To others stronger than them
See the men
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