Idioma Origen:
As I cradle thy broken and weakened form
Lay my hands upon thy cold Brow
You can not let it go
You shall not slip away
Please take my hand
So breathe once more, rise and wake up my son.
Open thy eyes and be as one
Idioma Destino:
As I cradle thy broken and weakened form
Lay my hands upon thy cold Brow
You can not let it go
You shall not slip away
Please take my hand
So breathe once more, rise and wake up my son.
Open thy eyes and be as one