Looking towards the future
So as not to feel the hell of bodies
Under our bodies and fulfilling the body's peace
Nourishing the purest fear
For not having any reference
We will come to drag you to hell
Nursing you with the song of humble servants (from the terrible destiny)
Long trails of blood are what will remain of you
And the earth will be, once again, generous
Of blood of sons
Hail to the infinite power and attracted
By that which causes the perpetual movement
Of an existence, but which will slowly become a smaller
And smaller vortex, towards the mind's centre
Among fierceness and craziness, the straight bars of steel
Will bend with the fire, under a downpour of blows
Every word will be pronounced
And every herd will be freed towards the highest cliff
Your shadow which, by suddenly growing upon
The ethereal faces
Will swallow the light
Will be the new kingdom
On which new bushes and spines
Will germinate to become a new pain's crown
The destiny will show new paths
For the return journey crossing the main road
Running along the abyss of doubt
Until the place where the innocent butcher consciousness hides