Hell Trucker - The Path Through the Worm Hole

When worm holes are dug.
It doesn't matter if there lies angels or saints,
Killers or demons
No matter who you are.
No matter who you were.

The Path through the worm hole
Where all emotions are left behind
Scratch the surface, search for the light.

The Path through the worm hole
The fetid and wet, deserved dark
Stuck on the ground, eaten alive.

I'm trying to keep my thoughts above the skies.
My wings are rotten, my father won't hear my cry
My sword of pride, was thrusted in my tomb
A nameless grave, dugged by my hands

By Régis Reis (regishetfield@bol.com.br)