Twisted ties of blood, twisted souls of error
That yearn and resent the insane fear
Impatient faces, that silence the fury, that silence the pain
Raw violence, thorns of evil
They still look at me, words of ita words of evil
Aqitada inhalations, veins bursting without stopping
Soul of blood vel Ilà vame
I feel your ita, I still see your death, you are still here
And in the end who will understand? And in the end who will lose?