Falling Down

With drooping wings To the deep Of silence Your vertigo falling Feel the watching Of the beast Spreads heatred Acumulate By centuries Reflecting power By hundred wounds of yore Wet Wall By tears of pain Hope that crops out At the end of light Fucking chaos of the Little spark That hurts And disturb the freewill Of a flower Blackness of civilization Deep dream Dont expect it to end more than a tumult of horror Celebrity your eleccion Now you share you luck Realice is the craying of death Realice is the cold craying that Penetrates through your bones