sábado, 11 de febrero de 2017

10 The Hunter



Riding a dark steel horse
waiting for a new prey
I stay in the eye of the storm.
Victims of a strange fighting,
here they are, slaves in a stolen time
I smile and see them walking.

Saturday, there’s no other way,
I’m gonna take the streets,
that is all I need.
Sidewalks, filled with blurred ghosts
a foolish gang of wandering souls,
looking for success in the deepest hole.
That’s ok, nothing more to say.
I feel my fears have gone
it’s the same old song.
Streetlights, drilling in the night.
This is a cruel battleground,
so many shadows living in the head of a hound...!

Riding a dark steel horse
waiting for a new prey
I stay in the eye of the typhoon.
Victims of a strange fighting,
here they are, slaves in a stolen time
I smile and see them crying. 

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