Velho
uma trilha sem pegadas
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I know of a place far from everything
But you won't want to believe:
I know a rite prohibited by the church,
Unknown to science and its culture.
I remember
Hearing
The answer
From the undead.
By the power of the words I heard
I compromised our paths forever.
Sacrifices, a trail without footprints,
So that you have your turn to hear too
The answer
From the undead.
I remember
To have heard.