Let Yourself Be Cut - Rebirth of Enora

She runs fast among dark spaces.

I’m one between the others,

I see her moving, I’m afraid.

Your shirt drips blood,

stabbed in back,

fifty times.

(fifty fing times)

I’ll pray for you today,

but God will not understand.

Change the world around us!

Change the world inside us!

Field of thousands grass blades,

her rage cuts without a sense,

with ferocity it wounds,

blind to reality.

Field of thousands dead flowers,

dressed in black she mows life,

stay quiet in the dark.

Let yourself be cut.

Let yourself be cut.

She runs fast into the cold veins

a face without a look,

I see her burying all my friends.

Change the world around us!

Change the world inside us!

Field of thousands grass blades,

her rage cuts without a sense,

with ferocity it wounds,

blind to reality.

Field of thousands dead flowers,

dressed in black she mows life,

stay quiet in the dark.

Let yourself be cut.

Enough!

With this deviant game.

Enough!

With this power in your hands.

Death!

Cames at my command.

Destiny, face me!

Field of thousands grass blades,

her rage cuts without a sense,

with ferocity it wounds,

blind to reality.

Field of thousands dead flowers,

dressed in black she mows life,

stay quiet in the dark.

Let yourself be cut.