State Of Non-Return Testo

Trapping up, now reach the street
The …... will fright the doctor
From the pain ...… the sense…it seems
Then the tomb release me
And the phoenix rise triumphant
And walks into the solitude ground
The soul submerge intense
Roam around the river,
Hear rhymes on to the death list
Light go through the out junk words The soul …gallant prevails.
Liberates in wisdom, to complete their abnegation
…emancipate from green.