When everything turns down
Shadows running around
Your fears coming and disturb away
Shadows running around
Your fears coming and disturb away
Breaking all the myths
Maybe it's a thing that can't be faced
Chaotic psychosis in the acts of
Rebelion, of wrath, of freedom
Burning inside and inevitably rage
Showing the nonsense
Of your consciousness
The Black Wave
The limits does not exists
Lust luxury alcohol and bitch
A hatred mixed with uncontrol and power
The Black Wave
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Traces of the Trade
Before the Ashes