Trapped - The Beauty of Gemina

And if your fire they are cribbing

And they take you the key

And they see you in all lost to remind

You are trapped to die

Still got your beautiful life

Hear the deamons

At the deamons night here in town

Hear the demamons

They’re crying and all they can find

Si the black ballot box 7679

And they are coming

They’re comong, they’re coming through

Hear the deamons

At the deamons night they’re in time

Hear the demamons

They’re crying and all they can hide

Si the black ballot box 7679

And they are coming

They’re comong, they’re coming through

And if your life they are cribbing

And they take you the key

And they see you in all lost to remind

You are trapped to die

Still got your beau

You’ve got this beautiful life