: Soy fugitivo de mi mismo Mi otro yo me construyo un abismo Entre el ayer y el hoy Y mucha culpa tienes en esto Oigase bien que no es un pretexto Pero
: Si pudiera detener el tiempo Y echarle un vistazo al pasado Si el ayer fuera el hoy o el hoy el ayer Si pudiera volverte a ver Si pudiera una botella
: El ser un animal nocturno era una bella rutina Conquistar a chicas del Jet-Set o a mujerzuelas de esquina Si es que no son la misma cosa con diferencia
: Como querer bajar a pedradas una estrella fugaz Como querer encontrarse un humano sin antifaz Como decir que Hitler murio en paz Y que el Guazon jamas
: Ayer, Jesus afino mi guitarra y agudizo mis sentidos, me inspiro Papel y lapiz en mano apunto la cancion y me negue a escribir Porque hablar y escribir
: Te conoci mamando le guevo Yo me ganaba la vida cantando Tu ibas de gris con dos pendientes de oro Cortaste aliento en aquel antro de quinta Te invite
de sonrisas ajenaS, No dejo tiempo para respirar, se escapo de un tiron, dejando su rincon, dejando soledad donde hubo vida. Se volvio un caminante nocturno
: This twisted, wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of Hell. In dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell. Where the doors
: Oh, it's flowing through me, combusting with contempt. Rationality abandoning, chemically led astray. Stepping outside the confines of the circle.
: Removal of the eyes gives my heart a sudden chill. I preserve them in formaldehyde to gaze upon at will. How their greenish flecks befell me that starlit
: (Pretenders to the throne) Kneel before him, appalling wretched demon king. Praise be to us, his children, spawns of evil's reckoning. Doomed from
of bedsheets with sick crimson rain. A warped diction of scriptures befouled, traditions steeped within disgraces reviled. Father, unholy one, to your night realm we bow. Nocturnal
: The chair's been kicked, a rope tied to the rafters, blue-faced and broken-necked I die. Relieving my vision from the sick fucking stare of that hated
: Devastate, leave them weeping in your wake. A family's broken dreams with gloved hand I separate. Mutilate them, carve them up, bring them to their
: Crawling the walls, through every crack and crevice teems blackness washing over the windowpanes, painting the buildings in between. Creeping down
: Amidst a swirling din of smoke and screaming on the battlefield, born reared on the teat of my dear mother war. Hardened to stone through abuse, mocked
: The sound of vomiting, to my ears like singing, now I'm beginning to become erect. With illness I am obsessed, in the beds of the fallen I rest. A
: (Instrumental)