Ciegos Del Mundo
Vibran, claman su estirpe de guardián
Odian, juzgan, héroes del polvo vivaz
Mandan, turban, necios también en la gloria
Tercos, torpes, hasta en su propia disputa
Rugiendo ser pobres o reyes
Soberbios como el frío verdugo
Gozan, ríen, en la total ignorancia
Corren, desvelan en el delirio impaciente
Brota, inunda el azote de la historia
Nacen, viven en la mental arrogancia
Degüellan solo por el placer
De oler el ajeno dolor
Vibran, claman, su estirpe de guardián
Odian, juzgan héroes del polvo vivaz
Gozan, ríen, en la total ignorancia
Corren, desvelan en el delirio impaciente
Rugiendo ser pobres o reyes
Sobervios como el verdugo
Degüellan solo por el placer
De oler el ajeno dolor
Blind of the World
They vibrate, proclaim their guardian lineage
They hate, judge, heroes of the lively dust
They command, disturb, fools also in glory
Stubborn, clumsy, even in their own dispute
Roaring to be poor or kings
Proud like the cold executioner
They enjoy, laugh, in total ignorance
They run, reveal in impatient delirium
Springs, floods the scourge of history
They are born, live in mental arrogance
They slit throats just for the pleasure
Of smelling others' pain
They vibrate, proclaim their guardian lineage
They hate, judge heroes of the lively dust
They enjoy, laugh, in total ignorance
They run, reveal in impatient delirium
Roaring to be poor or kings
Proud like the executioner
They slit throats just for the pleasure
Of smelling others' pain