Letra de De

It´s part of my imagination
Or a nightmare
It´s a lost soul
Or a fantasy
It´s a nightly torment
Night is coming
They want from me
That all parties
Where I sleep I have to follow.

Rapid breathing
Sweat incessant
They are part of my
Started with a murder
With its own history
In the morning tour
All pedestal
Where he used to rest
Years have passed
Is the maximum error that I have experienced
To which I slave
It is an inexplicable phenomenon
Or a lost soul
Whoever follows me wherever.