Mantos Purpúreos

Broken bones fall on the stones
And from them colorful flowers bloom in the dark space of death
The bloody lamb breaks the fifth seal
And beneath the altar, those who have been slaughtered

Impatiently waiting for the morning to rise
Until history silences the crucified
A little darkness, and we sing with our eyes gone

We celebrate the memory of forgotten peoples
The Sun that fades the morning rises in our bellies
And the purple mantles cover our land

We sing from the great womb of life
We moan with the cries of metal
We emerge from the very gaze that watches us
In history, eternity is woven

We sing from the great womb of life
We moan with the cries of metal
We emerge from the very gaze that watches us
In history, eternity is woven