La Procesion de Las Animas
Legado de Una Tragedia
The Procession of the Souls
Crowd
That gets lost in the distance
They go in procession
Guided by a blind and gloomy singer
Perilous are
The crowd
Oh patron
Of farmers Saint Isidore
This is in your honor
The allegory of this world
In desperation
Pilgrimage of souls
Malicious execration
Macabre walk
Heretical culmination
They beg for their prayer
Pilgrimage
Of erratic souls
The contemplation
Chant of anguish and horror
So much horror
People living without hope
A slope
The town is like a sinking dog
There is no virtue
That with sand around the neck tries to find the light
They seek redemption
To escape from there
Reality
Their world is quicksand
The truth
They are mere wanderers, adversity
It is a funeral procession
Bathed in tears
They gather in front of you
A choir of corpses
They beg for their prayer
Pilgrimage
Erratic souls
The contemplation
Chant of anguish and horror
So much horror
People living without hope
Pilgrimage
Faces of, of that curse
Wandering succubi without voice
Nor salvation
Far from escaping the darkness
Macabre walk
Heretical culmination
They beg for their prayer
To death
Pilgrimage
Erratic souls
The contemplation
Chants of anguish and horror
So much horror
People living without hope
Pilgrimage
Faces of, of that curse
Wandering succubi without voice
No salvation
Far from escaping the darkness
