Las Historias Que Tengo
Color Humano
The Stories I Have
The stories I have
Already cooked into my back
Make my madness the final concert
Not in vain,
My witch is kissing my angel,
This hunter seeks his prey beyond
Heading to fields of riches
Stranger, there is no end,
The dense dawn covered
Scars from my campaigns
In the things of other people
And a brutal language shone
With bells and strings
Heading to fields of riches
Stranger, there is no end,
The dense dawn covered
Scars from my campaigns
In the things of other people
And a brutal language shone
With bells and strings
