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House of Silence and Misery

For Xavier-Earl-Jones1 “What does it mean in (enter language here) Contest
House of Silence and Misery, Inspired by House of the Rising Sun

House of silence and misery[/font][/font]
There is, a house,
That cannot be seen,
Built in silence and misery,
And all who enter in,
That… unholy place,
Weep endlessly
For the life that they threw away;

My Mother oh Lord…
How She Loved me;
She tried to teach me faith an honesty;
My father, had sold his soul,
Long before
She was ever taken away from me,

Well My Father tried to raise me;
Lord… he gambled and he thieved,
And We Roamed… From Town to Town,
Looking, For Where ever our bridges weren’t burnt,
To fill his vanity and greed,

Mmm my Father tried to help me;
Lord… He tried to set me free;
He Cry.. he cried My Son, oh my only son;
Do not do what I have done,
Please don’t be like me;
In drink, chasing wild fantasies, bought me to my knees,
Cause your son, oh your son,
Will pay for this sin with his misery;

 My father tried to warn me,
I am Dammed cause it is too late for me,
How many bridges can I burn, And hearts can I break,
Dammed because I drown my sorrows the same way,
Mmm… Some men should Never be free…
Ooo men like me…

Cannot stand the state that I am in,
Lord what can I say … My troubles do not burn away,
My mother will not recognize me now,
I’m going down to the end of my times,
I’m headed down, to that house, of silence and misery,
To end my days Weeping endlessly…[/font]
 Now in Spanish

La casa del silencio y la miseria[/font][/font]
Hay, una casa,
que no puede ser visto,
 construido en el silencio y la miseria,
 y todos los que entran, que...
lugar profano, llora sin cesar por la vida que tiraron;  

Mi madre Dios... ¿Cómo ella me amaba;
Ella trató de enseñarme fe honestidad;
Mi padre, había vendido su alma,
Mucho antes,
 Se la llevaron lejos de mí,
pues mi padre intentó criarme;
Señor... apostaba robado y vagaban por...
De pueblo en pueblo, buscando, por donde alguna vez no quemaron nuestros puentes,
Para llenar su vanidad y la avaricia,
Mmm mi padre intentaron ayudarme;
Señor... Intentó liberarme; Grito... lloró a mi hijo, oh mi único hijo;
No hago lo que he hecho,
Por favor no sean como yo;
En bebida, perseguir fantasías, me compradas a mis rodillas,
Causan su hijo, ¡ tu hijo,
Pagará por este pecado con su miseria;  

Mi padre trató de advertirme,
Soy embalsadas causa es demasiado tarde para mí,
Cómo muchos puentes puede quemar, y corazones pueden romper, Embalsadas porque me ahogo mis penas, del mismo modo,
Mmm... Algunos hombres nunca deben ser libres...
Ooo hombres como yo...

No puede soportar el estado que estoy en,
Señor ¿Qué puedo decir... Mis problemas no quemar
Mi madre no me va a reconocer ahora,
Voy a bajar hasta el final de mis tiempos,
Me dirijo a esa casa, de la miseria, para poner fin a mis días y silencio,
Llorando sin cesar...[/font]
Written by deadwolf
Published | Edited 27th Aug 2013
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