Flames that collides with the body of the asleep beast
That dreams to dance in way to the ruins of sky
Devoted angels who now contemplate the frustration of your teacher
Regent of the perpetual fire and the scandalmonger’s voices
Inside of the valley of the shadows of the death

Storms that make bitter souvenirs
Of the yearnings of the womb of the land
Immaculate monuments erected
For the favors’ of the disillusionment

In its sins, does not advance to pray
The flames of the marble do not illuminate the valley of the shadows
Its look, of mercy
Not commove the cerberus in the darkness

Burning as fire
Obscure entity
Separating the life
Of the certain death