Aves Negras
Kraken
Black Birds
After the flashes
Of nocturnal eyes
Like neon lights, they are there
New screams of silence
Like black birds
Light of sorcerers
False coins, they are like this
The poets of mystery
Dead gods, dead!
Dead in fields
Where you have fought
Overcoming thus
The fear without being of them
Magic and echo!
Riding under the black cloak
Of the night and on the back of the wind
You became a rider and at the same time a warrior
You mock the feline eagerness
That in the jungle of streets devours the human
And you dress your enemy as a stranger
Riding the horizon
You crossed the great threshold
You surprised false gods
Who only cry for you!
You will go!
Always hunting
Black birds in your nights
You will come!
Only in the end
Crowned by the gods
Facing everything you have overcome
Chasing poets who escape
Discovering mysteries that scream from oblivion
Riding under the black cloak
Of the night and on the back of the wind
You became a rider and at the same time a warrior
You surprised false gods
Who only cry for you
You will go!
Always hunting
Black birds in your nights
You will come!
Only in the end
Crowned by the gods
You will go!
Always hunting
Black birds in your nights
You will come!
Only in the end
Crowned by the gods
