My long road has finished
My winding signals of life have ceased
My body has come where must to be
Rotting under the ground or turned into ashes
Into eternal fire
This is the path to the unknow & what
We see only in dreams
Now my spirit continue his life in
The invisible & invincible world
Yes, my body lies in the Holy Land
Where rules the supreme sepulchral silence.
I feel its atmosphere from before of die
Oh cemetery all vanities in your ground
Are resting of this miserable world
Here only exist one what live & walk
And now I walk with her
When she talks the life dies
She gets the keys to open the gates
Of a full of solitude & silence paradise.
Here strong & weak men pray & cry in the night & day
They say to goodbye to rotting bodies of useless souls
Now what they want is to reach the glory of eternity.
The strongest one feels fear of death
Because into the graves all bodies are equal
Only there's cry, sadness, desolation & fear
Withered flowers lost in a fertile ground.
Where only flourish the death what day after day is strongest.
Cry for those who live
Congratulations for those who die
But is better who hasn't born yet
This is my holy path...
My winding signals of life have ceased
My body has come where must to be
Rotting under the ground or turned into ashes
Into eternal fire
This is the path to the unknow & what
We see only in dreams
Now my spirit continue his life in
The invisible & invincible world
Yes, my body lies in the Holy Land
Where rules the supreme sepulchral silence.
I feel its atmosphere from before of die
Oh cemetery all vanities in your ground
Are resting of this miserable world
Here only exist one what live & walk
And now I walk with her
When she talks the life dies
She gets the keys to open the gates
Of a full of solitude & silence paradise.
Here strong & weak men pray & cry in the night & day
They say to goodbye to rotting bodies of useless souls
Now what they want is to reach the glory of eternity.
The strongest one feels fear of death
Because into the graves all bodies are equal
Only there's cry, sadness, desolation & fear
Withered flowers lost in a fertile ground.
Where only flourish the death what day after day is strongest.
Cry for those who live
Congratulations for those who die
But is better who hasn't born yet
This is my holy path...