“Cae, muere, cuerpo mortal,
has caído entre tus propios fantasmas
como la historia demanda”
Bienvenidos a un reino de soledad
donde en vez de dramas hay fortalezas,
marcando un nuevo inicio,
viendo en ruinas su ley.
Sin cetro ni rebaños,
olvidado en estiércol.
Tan vacía, tan horrenda,
huelo tu muerte tan cerca.
Es tu amo y señor
aquel que nada engendró,
la sagrada decepción,
la mentira hecha Dios.
"It falls, dies, mortal body,
It falls, dies, animal body,
you have fallen among your own ghosts
as the story demands it "
Welcome to a realm of solitude
where there are strengths rather than dramas,
marking a new beginning,
watching its law in ruins.
Without scepter nor herds,
forgotten in manure.
So empty, so horrendous,
Smell your death so close.
It is your lord and master
he who nothing spawned,
Sacred deception,
lie made into a God.
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