Parallels of Montsegur
Esperit
Sons of Nothing, Sons of Mandrin
The Sons of Nothing have nothing left to lose
Deep down inside, life doesn't is not so good
To the four winds their dreams fly away
And in their heads, life is worthless
So they kill to change direction
Into the black holes , wash themselves with the blood
Of the fortune of other Sons of Nothing
And devour themselves to share their hatred
The sky is so heavy
Beware of the Sons of Nothing
The moon is so red
Be careful of the Sons of Mandrin
The Sons of Nothing have no limits
The moon avoids their shadows on the walls
In the four corners of sleeping cities
And only returns after the Sons of Nothing
So the night gives birth to a sun
Which in turn gives birth to a nightmare
In h ©legacy of the Sons of Mandrin
In heritage of all the Sons of Nothing
The sky is so heavy
Be careful of the Sons of Nothing
The moon is so red
Be careful of Mandrel Wires

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