Heroes of Silence
The Spirit of Wine
The Path of Excess
a hurricane of words in the rounds of taverns,
everyday choir, teach me your plan.
/>blood splashes,
from spur goes crazy.
if there is no paradise,
where do you burst?
it is true:
the path of excess,
source of knowledge
a dish of contempt
drowns the poison
as long as the money lasts
and the effort lasts
brick by brick
they remain there years later
if you are willing to face the scene
it is not by William Blake
are you willing to devour
stars that quench your thirst?
br/>listen:
I barely tune the loser's melodies.
the heavens have spent my last breath
all the enemies are left behind
and I still have the doubt
of a better future
if you are willing to face the scene,
it is not by William Blake.
are you willing to devour
stars that quench your thirst ?
the path of excess...
the path of excess...
the path of excess...
Say!: the path of excess...
we burn with bad arts
the spirit of wine
and it is not going to return, no,
it is not going to return.
the path of excess...
the path of excess...
the path of excess...
say!: the path of excess...
we burn with bad arts
the spirit of the wine
and it is not going to return, no,
it is not going to return.
and we burn with bad arts
the spirit of the wine
and it is not going to return, no,
he is not coming back.

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