Testi:
Amoral The Verge

Limitations in manners nailed deep within Spreading as internal flood This peak of knowledge and its corrosion Has turned the survivors into their own

Whispers of a name, make me open my eyes, I try to shut them out, but then your face just comes to mind. I've seen you in my past, maybe I knew you long

As I travel down the road and search the empty sky Waiting for the moment when my eyes will see Many are the memories, the mysteries of time How they

: Ya, ya es fin de ano, se baila, es la prosperidad. Ya, ya es noche de Reyes, a buenas horas, descubierta Troya. Ya, ya es fin de ano, se baila, es