expedicion

We travel through the storm,
after God's explosion.
Each lightning shows us
phantoms of love.
With each step, the mud sinks,
a reptile jumps, ten lurk.
Every second is like the payment
of what we turn out to be.

On board this expedition
there's a madman, a bricklayer,
a necromancer, a nightingale
and a sword-fighting kiss.
We lack a day, a child, a gift
to survive.

First, we were the heralds
carrying good news from the Lord,
but we exceeded his mandate
bearing the weight of pain.
Today we are fallen angels
next to the one we went to heal.
They fear that to our own children
we'll teach them to fly.

On board this expedition
there's a madman, a bricklayer,
a necromancer, a nightingale
and a sword-fighting kiss.
We lack a day, a child, a gift
to survive.