Fervor De Los Sueños

What joy to see, that your eyes, will shine in anticipation.
Bold leap full of glory, wielding with fervor, old flags.

True comrade of the luxury of being truly free.
Marked without hesitation
prisoners of the same dream.

Puppets by profession, anxiously watching,
living off fear.
Waiting to see slip and stumble, the beasts.

Clasping hands with the anguish of pain.
Chosen to disappoint
prisoners of the same dream.

The heart beating at full speed
and the illusion as a banner.

My heart clings screaming to your illusion
veins burning until they burn me, until they burn me...