Jinete Del Apocalipses
Miguel Bosé
Rider of the Apocalypse
Riding through, universe above
Traveling through the light, drinking darkness
It will tell you, how to transmute
Your soul into a crystal
In gold the metal
Salamander is the fire
Phoenix is the flight
It destroys itself and from nothing
It is reborn
Injection of its dawn
Put faith and love in it
And your mind will become big and strong
Like the sea
She will give you, her wisdom
Her magic and her secrecy
Twelve winds, twelve rays
Twelve huge white chariots
They take her and lift her
To her beyond
She will return, on a special day
And bring us the final point
She will save... those who were able
To purify... to rectify
The baptism is of fire
And then... there will be... no afterwards
Galloping... Apocalypse... will sow.
