Lullaby

The beating of this organ infests the remains of the bloody score
belonging to those who won, who resisted the subtle violence of the blood
This veins that frailly pump the enchantment of the same sun
sicken the nightmares and tragic plays of our worlds

A silent lullaby for the cherished skulls
A hunting lullaby for the putrid rests of our ghosts
A childish lullaby for his crib, for our tomb
A lullaby for the eternal hungry plot

An echo comes disguising the cemetery tunes
mixing, fixing, the anthem of the immobile groom
He, who was chosen by death to become his lover on the fate
And she the bride wearing black, and singing the sorrow of night
will end her suffering and thirst on the bite this beating heart
on this the lullaby