MISSIONS OF THOUSANDS

The men without senses approuch with your machines
Under the Scorpions of Oil, tatuaded with your own desires...

People of God, understand the hate’s surfaces
Before cut back your shapes, of the muscular integrations
When the sense of atittudes knowing the cristal of women...

The guardians of heaven supports all things, external things,
But, of course, the transparency that evolve the corruption of characters
It’s can be solved in questions of seconds of love’s fellings.

Can be the situation of same love about the life of a man
Solve when the specific female show the star on her eye
Under the all colors upon the surface of her skin!