When you wake up in the fire
And your harbor lies in ruins
You wonder why the giant has been shot
Fired off down from the sky
You plead for explanation
Is it accident or rule
And where is your childh
‘Carrion my name
For those who choose to mouth the curse
A tragic serenade
With Judas in my stride
The Gothic halls of shame
Where statues coldly hold no worse
Than the murders I reclaim
From a dark, forsak
Clavados! Con miedo de ir
Chingados! No te dejan salir
Podridos por fй de como vivir
Tienen huevos?
Quiйn va primero?
Pбsence
Pa lo nuevo
Vayan sin miedo
Pбsence
Pa
