Ángeles de las Tinieblas
V8
Dark Angels
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
