Il testo della Missa pro defunctis (requiem)

Elegy...
My heart dies to leave you
My soul will be a chimera
Our paths are crossed here
If i could... i would like...
Slowly...
Death comes for us all
Take us to nowhere
See the worls of the dead?
If i could.. i would like

Look at the bloody wounds
This would be the marks of the devil
In this world or the souls that confuse
Would we not, good and evil

Suffer..
Prayers do not return the damned
Crying does not back the dead
Our religions are old playwrights
If i could.. i would like...
Elegy..
My heart dies to leave you
My soul will be a chimera
Our paths are crossed here
If i could... i would like

In pain and blood
Like zombies haunted
We are the children of the tomb of heroes
Our names on the stone are the pride of the brave
The pride of those who lead us right to the slaughter