This inner voice is calling me to break free
From a place between disgrace and spree
Banshee howls " Death Is Near " we can't disagree
We all live for a final destiny , it is the skies decree
Lost thoughts find one another under the shade of a tree
The roads of life are not paved , they are just hills filled by scree
Silence never remains
Over the graves of tormented souls
Wailing has no end
Eternally doomed
To regret over past years
No forgiveness for sinners
This undefined feeling seeks to turn
My world into a ruin
My high hopes in horizon
Only falling I have seen
My bright dreams were on heaven
Demons return to their abbadon
Written by : Hajar Belhachmi
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