Ángeles de las Tinieblas

Blood spawn
Come to my death
Strange figures
Without faces or bellies
Their intention is simple
You must understand it
Their murky brains
Are not from this earth

Black angels and a thick fog
Drags me and takes me
I, am contemplating
Those dark faces
That approach me

A thousand thirsty skulls
Shine in the night
Two axes explode
Over a gray coffin
A cursed child
Looks approvingly at the cross
That marked his ceasing to exist

Black angels and a thick fog
Drags me and takes me
I am contemplating
Those dark faces
That approach me