El Fin de Los Inicuos
Llegado el tiempo vendrá el fin de los inicuos,
Pues su ignorancia los mantiene en egoísmo.
Solo las luces del creador podrán juzgarlos,
Y a las moradas del tormento condenarlos.
Si estás pensando solo en vos,
Jamás lo entenderás.
Cierto es que existe un todopoderoso.
Las señales son testigo de su esencia.
Sobre lo inmundo de esta era pervertida,
Que nos oculta la verdad de la existencia.
Quien se conforma con el mundo y su dolor,
Jamás la encontrará.
No hay mas camino,
Que el estrecho y sin caretas,
Para quien de todo ese circo no es payaso.
Por eso, ya desechamos las ligaduras
Que a ideales de hombres nos tengan atado.
Pronto hermanos, es preciso,
Ya no hay mas que esperar.
The End of the Wicked
When the time comes, the end of the wicked will come,
For their ignorance keeps them in selfishness.
Only the lights of the creator will be able to judge them,
And condemn them to the dwellings of torment.
If you are only thinking about yourself,
You will never understand.
It is true that there is an Almighty.
The signs bear witness to His essence.
Above the filth of this perverted era,
That hides from us the truth of existence.
Whoever conforms to the world and its pain,
Will never find it.
There is no other way,
Than the narrow one without masks,
For those who are not clowns in that circus.
That's why we have already discarded the ties
That keep us bound to men's ideals.
Soon, brothers, it is necessary,
There is nothing more to wait for.