Coliseum Profetas Lyrics

Destroy me he said. Rode on his own. Was the last time. All the sons in the sky said the same thing. Cast the same spell. Profetas' letter. More dead, more alive. Just the faces. Just the names. No answers. No choices. Just the prose. Just the words. Profetas' letter.

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