jueves, 15 de enero de 2009

The edge - Akelot tük.

Gentleman of the jury I desere death
I can see some men want to punish me
To all those young people belonging to low classes
Who could fit into what is called society

Women covered their eyes
Blood is thrown on the floor whitch
Opened his gates carrying his head
And whit it Julian's life

Akelot began to undesrstand this wak man
In a cruel suffering without a right to cry

The power of the high classes
The edge of the high classes

Gentleman of the jury I deserve death
I can see some men want to punish me
To all those younf people belonging to low classes

The power of the high classes
The edge of the high classes

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