The black shadows of the tortured bodies Hang tirelessly on the branches of dishonor Condemned to the silence, to the silence of the weak Cursed keepers of the path of the hanged men
Here stands the thin line between life and death Here stands the frontiere between glory and pain
See the men Who left their dreams to others stronger To others stronger than them
See the men For whom the reality Cursed the name for eternity
Walking to the rhythm of the vultures screams Mutilated by the vicious appetite of crows Obscene exposition of an endless lost quest I penetrate the circle of the damned
Frightened by this vision of horror I continue under this fence of suffering Attracted by the calls of abandon Are my ambitions too strong for me
The road to hell is paved with good intentions The road to hell is paved with good intentions
On the path of the hanged men I touched the face of desperation On the path of the hanged men I learnt the weakness of dreams On the path On the path
I danced with the shadows of the damned I heard the loud silence of oblivion I touched the face of desperation I learnt the weakness of our dreams
See the men who left their dreams to others stronger to others stronger than them
See the men For whom the reality Cursed the name for eternity
See the men who left their dreams to others stronger To others stronger than them
See the men Who left their dreams to others stronger To others stronger than them