Abysmo Lyrics - Sin / Pecado - Moonspell

Men with both roots and wings 

they tie us down and ask us to leave 

they are teachings unheard, they are bodies on smoke 

Men with both roots and wings 

at a singular voice we moan 

our teachings mislead, our teachings like smoke 

we sleep between the storm that was 

and the storm which has to come 

We've learnt to learn everywhere 

and the very own nature has taught us to wait 

difference does sound like sin, equality reliefs 

and that fame rhymes with hate yet everything is fair 

on the intervals of your death 

misguided demons or forthcoming heroes 

each one with an important name 

nothing else than an important name. 

Men with both roots and wings 

at a certain time we are one 

our little tricks, our innocence stubborn 

Men with just little wings, men with just little minds 

Men with just little eyes, men with just little deeds 

sleeping between the storm that was 

and the wind which fails to come (and finally) 

blow us away.