Latin Blood

I've sweared my lies but I keep alone, I assume my sins

The North winds can't move the mills



And what is left with me are moanings

My life, the deceased, my crooked ways

My latin blood, my captive soul.



I've broke deals, I've betrayed rituals

i've broken the spear and throwed into the space

a yell, a outburst



But what matters is not being beaten

My life, the deceased, my crooked way

My latin blood, my captive soul.