Sangre Eterna

I must take the hatred as a rival
My face must tremble until I scream like a hurricane
I must whistle believing it scares away the evil and not confess
That the wind always turns my face, steps
My steps.
I must take the facts with both hands
That the wind always turns my face, steps.

The air of your voice is me
You can't challenge it, it's already been done
You must bleed and see the end
Everything starts over

My steps...

The air of your voice is me
You can't challenge it, it's already been done
You must bleed and see the end
Bleed and see... ahahahahah

And see the end
And see the end
And see the end
And see the end...