Nido de Almas

Reflected in the sadness of childhood
A dream died with every adventure
Mixed between innocence and tears
It grew consumed in its existence
As an adult, he sought the answer
Upon knowing it, his heart turned cold
His dream passed away by his side
Pride grew to the highest heights
And as he walked the lonely ground
Among the ashes of battlefields
He found flowers forged by the wind
Born in a dark nest of souls,
Dark nest of souls.
Intimate immortal legacy
The example anointed in pain
Heroic fallen on the ground
For the homeland he loved so much.
Maybe the smell is of ashes
Released from a cross that laments
For the sorrow of being nailed
In the land of a bloody war
Bloody war
His soul was the cause of service
Emancipated even from his own pride
He unsheathes his sacrifice from honor
And in his voice, he asks God for holy rest.
And as he walked the lonely ground
Among the ashes of battlefields
He found flowers forged by the wind
Born in a dark nest of souls,
Dark nest of souls.