作曲 : Ivan Jaramillo Scaping from the reality... Twisted visions of the red nights. The horsemen galloping in the sky. Giving life to the zombies. The pestilent fog appears. Nuclear winds blow my face. I can see my bones. But my spirit wants to give me away. I have thousands of questions. But no body answer to me. The cold of the night call the darkness. I couldn't see the sun never. The moon was the nearest sphere. Giving me magic powers. Nuclear winds blows my face. I can see my bones. But my spirit wants to give me away
作曲 : Ivan Jaramillo Scaping from the reality... Twisted visions of the red nights. The horsemen galloping in the sky. Giving life to the zombies. The pestilent fog appears. Nuclear winds blow my face. I can see my bones. But my spirit wants to give me away. I have thousands of questions. But no body answer to me. The cold of the night call the darkness. I couldn't see the sun never. The moon was the nearest sphere. Giving me magic powers. Nuclear winds blows my face. I can see my bones. But my spirit wants to give me away
