The consciousness and the rest crush me A sea full of wounds inside of me breaks the waves of the painful hope And the whispering echo draws me in the
my imagination and see him! His name... Alonso Quijana... a country squire, no longer young... bony, hollow-faced... eyes that burn with the fire of inner
The blasting echoes of a real perception a virtue of those who have perished and for their everlasting dominance I sealed my fate a will so strong it
