Ergo Factum Silentium
Al fondo del cuadro
Un cadáver ahora me temo
Milagros carcomidos
Soy el árbol que sangra
Que se deshoja
La gota que envidia
Que se funde en el mar
La tumba se apodera de las
Hojas rotas
El cielo se derrama en lágrimas
Ergo Facto Fuit Silentio
Ergo Facto Silentium
Ergo Facto Fuit Silentio
Ergo Facto Silentium
En todo mi cuerpo
Cadáveres en la ciudad
La última hoja de tu respiración es
Tu funeral
Se cierra ésta roca
Antorchas se apagarán
Anocheció al medio día
Hasta los ángeles dudarían
Ergo Facto Fuit Silentio
Ergo Facto Silentium
Therefore Silence Was Made
At the bottom of the painting
A corpse now I fear
Miracles eaten away
I am the bleeding tree
That sheds its leaves
The drop that envies
That merges into the sea
The tomb takes hold of the
Broken leaves
The sky spills tears
Therefore Silence Was Made
Therefore Silence
Therefore Silence Was Made
Therefore Silence
Throughout my body
Corpses in the city
The last breath of yours is
Your funeral
This rock closes
Torches will extinguish
It darkened at noon
Even the angels would doubt
Therefore Silence Was Made
Therefore Silence