Rogad a dios por los muertos

Pray to God for their souls
to their bodies are worthless
they can be in hell
they can't even fly to heaven
I would cut my testicles for the king's skull
This is not a love song
schizophrenia is my passion
silence reigns there
schizophrenia reigns here
I would cut my testicles for the king's skull
I have searched in many tombs
the dead body of a woman
I wanted to kiss her bloody mouth
carress her already dead body
I would cut my testicles for the king's skull