Idioma Origen:
Weave on sisters of the night on your
luma pain tryin sitch the darkest through the light
weave on poverty and crime, the wars and waste
give us all to break from the hunger
for the prophets and the saints
snitching on the weapons strong
and the children's play and the father's pow
and on my graves with your fingers..just pray
All your sisters weave on
let the blood run through your thread
oh your sisters weave on
with your stitching purple blue and red
oh you sisters weave
let the blood run through your thread
just you stand weave on
Feed on sorry suns of sake
preaching salvation while we fall it's such amazing
grace feed on lover money lover brace
disrespect the country and the neighbors, neighbor
they are hate stitching on the brother's gone
and the lights ain't gave tot he fallen graves
with your fingers..is none just pray just pray
Just you sisters weave on
let the blood run through your thread
all your sisters weave on
These are the plans
the words we're here for my arrange
you there share us pain
With..from this place and speed the lean
last the harsh just might your..so it madness
how dare you are just a cowardness
I am ready doing good
with him whatever must leave
I am ready do it dark
with him whatever my speed
Idioma Destino:
Weave on sisters of the night on your
luma pain tryin sitch the darkest through the light
weave on poverty and crime, the wars and waste
give us all to break from the hunger
for the prophets and the saints
snitching on the weapons strong
and the children's play and the father's pow
and on my graves with your fingers..just pray
All your sisters weave on
let the blood run through your thread
oh your sisters weave on
with your stitching purple blue and red
oh you sisters weave
let the blood run through your thread
just you stand weave on
Feed on sorry suns of sake
preaching salvation while we fall it's such amazing
grace feed on lover money lover brace
disrespect the country and the neighbors, neighbor
they are hate stitching on the brother's gone
and the lights ain't gave tot he fallen graves
with your fingers..is none just pray just pray
Just you sisters weave on
let the blood run through your thread
all your sisters weave on
These are the plans
the words we're here for my arrange
you there share us pain
With..from this place and speed the lean
last the harsh just might your..so it madness
how dare you are just a cowardness
I am ready doing good
with him whatever must leave
I am ready do it dark
with him whatever my speed