O, shall I soothe de grief, since fate denies
the sanctuary of the waving eyes, no man shall understand the brace,
Nor gaze in silent anguish of thy fate
Afraid thee strong armored spirit I let not the tears
Upon this blood of tarnish decreed, I have lived before, I shall return again, I the black wings of chamber, know the hidden secrets of the dead, there is no power that lies upon the earth.
a illusion of the past perpetrated by the devil in reverse, as the eyes open, the spirit, stands at attention, I have been hear before, oh the mind of darkness, that renders my death, and the humble of my soul, to continue to come and go. Yet let thy tears bedew a wretch's grave,
To see my soul breathe, de bleeding of my wombs, their shall be no disappears, I the Solomon and Jesus lives on within the chosen, of the black wings of chambers.
Black wings, branded within the miracles of the lord, I walk through the fire, man dose not understand the sanctuary of blackness, the wings of the black chambers.
O, killed de caucus, Diarist shall not die
O, I ‘se embrace de harp of da sweet sound;
Lord da darkness , O, the hidden secret of strolls,
You can kill my caucus but my spirit shall never die.
I embrace de pry of sweet sounds of rejoice,
I give to thee of thou most honors.
Freedom, freedom, freedom,
I the blood of thy on hands,
Of resurrection that my spirit be free.
Black wings of chamber, conference of de
Lord allegiances shall be herd.
I shall not want I shall pass over and return.
I your child thy God, have shared life labor,
As every man of the world,
The jungle the beast, the pain of no disgrace,
The horror of bondage I give to thee,
The eyes of the almighty,
has breathed upon my trust.
The deep breathes from the immensity of the heavens,
dreams within the bleeding palms of humanities.
Reactions of a divine soul.
My spirit shall not die.
I se coming back, hidden secrets of the dead,
I continue to live, preparation the soldiers of the lord,
Black wings of chambers