I am a hungry bat that has just waken of a sleep of 100
years


a magician without compassion or mercy that punishes
the poor

treviano a magician without any excuse idiot
they do their service without asking permission

his voice is as serious a breeze that echoes a dead
end

is condemned for something that never made

He is so intense

this insatiable thirst for life


taking the right to raise the morning with emotional
to continue firm and strong

I am a hungry bat that has just agreed to a sleep of
100 years

my seat is tremendous dó without mercy or I shot what
is best in life the good times will no longer be lived


and good memories but forgotten

I am a bat that saciou their hunger and now I am again
agreed to sleeps in a century

when my seat back and bring me back to torment the
weak