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The creator

Last night I was a sleepy

In that one mount 3 crossings

I saw, in but high a man

Crucified Mesías call.

Its hands I saw bleed,

 its feet I saw bleed and its mouth

Disordered with vinegar,

Its mother on its feet made kneel.

A monk I did not believe

 In the word of the Mesías,

Its temple constructed

D jewels and hypocrisy.

Satan to the ear

Of the Mesías it whispered

The death waits to you

And the paradise did not exist.

A sky in penumbra

It shook the Earth

Dividing it in pieces,

The multitude began to flee.

Satan to the ear

Of the Mesías it whispered:

The death waits to you

And the paradise for you does not exist.

He is your creator who

Who east drawing paradise

 And with the finished a,

The death waits to you.

The creator that I congeal

The dawn in your glance

And to the cross it sent to you.

Last night I was a sleepy

In that one mount 3 crossings

I saw, and in but the high one

I saw you die.

torghel guitarrist