Unwelcomed Visitors
They come from the city
The owl has seen them
And he has told me
Their presence offends him
They come to pay homage
As I had long ago
But their souls are tainted
And their rituals are false
They desecrate the very soil
On which they pray
They ask the spirits for guidance
The spirits will only guide them
To their untimely demise
I watch flowers wither in the stench of their wake
This cannot be tolerated
The heretics must pay
Visitantes no deseados
Vienen de la ciudad
El búho los ha visto
Y me lo ha dicho
Su presencia lo ofende
Vienen a rendir homenaje
Como lo hice hace mucho tiempo
Pero sus almas están manchadas
Y sus rituales son falsos
Profanan la misma tierra
En la que rezan
Piden guía a los espíritus
Los espíritus solo los guiarán
A su prematura muerte
Veo flores marchitarse en el hedor que dejan
Esto no puede ser tolerado
Los herejes deben pagar