In a time of suffering,
A warrior, search for destiny,
That came from the blood,
That came from the blood!
He was reborn like a new being
And forgot the compassion.
Looking for the meaning of this
Mortal life!
His skill in the art of death...
His skill in the art of death!
In a time of suffering,
A warrior search for destiny,
That came from the blood.
Looking for his self true path!
He dies, dreaming and regretting what...
Regretting what he never was.
Regretting what he never was!
He dreams what he could've been and
He die ...
Regretting what he never was!
Every life he takes he notes
A great emptiness,
In his being and he expresses
This suffering...
In the world!
"Solo"
Regretting what he never was...
He dreams what he could've been and
He die ...
Don't forget us!
Don't forget us!
Don't forget us!
Don't forget us!
Don't forget us!
Don't forget us!
Don't forget us!