Of Dream And Redemption The ghosts do not destroy the memory They feed it from the corner of this dark room The memories of his life The only thing that has some value NOW! Feel in the air the joy of past times Just hold the corpses of those who are gone slow The bodies they found some protection Redemption, they fill up with the forces that Brings them some heat that has never been felt (in every inch of their bodies) Feel in your body the force and power That emanates from their rotten skins Their thoughts corrupted, their omnius presence Fell for the first time their last moments