Velate of my long fingers
And Nail contempt rodent
Titanic you refused my pleas
Get rid of the hermit park
is the time of the rebellion of the iceberg ...
Presérvate ocean grave cruel centuries of isolation!
is the moment of silence recluse
nailing its flag on the summit of the volcano,
Even if your salt rubs my feet begging threatening way
More not afraid to shed blood, or the shadow of his shift
What you will have to brag about at this time?
my turn, the desired, for my time ...
me not away, I'm not away, or separate,
not afraid of me
or blasts like before your torment
Asístete, custódiate, this storm guarécete
whirlpool filled in my old secrets
From the fury of ice fed at depths
aberrant cluster perpetual enmity
Recógete, conservatism, defend the helpless star
cruel flares and boasted that be just for them
ExtreMat, desvélate is this the harvest of my time
Poor crowded setting that color!
Poor scene I hid ruin your image!
Poor light your fire I refused
Repent Now
the seconds and I emerge I
Eman passions crammed
surreptitious This anointing of love, which is now external.
The seditious sweetness explodes and bathes
is time for revenge thirsty.
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