Letras:
Arachnes Primary Fear

History, tonight. WITHOUT A DEAR FRIEND, WITHOUT A DREAM, I'M LIKE A WARRIOR, A WARRIOR WITHOUT SWORD. PRIMARY FEAR, IN MIND, AND ON ALL THE SKIN, I'M FEELING ALL THAT, NOW, THE PRIMARY FEAR

NOT FAIR, TAKE YOUR THINGS AND FLY, NOW, OVER THE STUPID SILENCE OF THE MODERATE PEOPLE. Then, you Run inside the fear of the dark, And inside the ancestral fear

Thank, my God, For all the things in our life, And for this song, And the strength that now I'm feeling. Oh, my Lord, Sometime I think that the world

The notes are falling now, Like an heavy thing, I take this dream, again, The smile of a new song. But tears streamed down her face, But tears streamed

When I When I see your empty glances I feel All the pain of the war and all the pain of the people. Normal souls, normal eyes, In the middle of strange