Las Puertas Del Infierno

There are buried towns
lonely gardens
where never again
will the king stroll

Statues on horseback
family portraits
sunk in the mud
there are customs and ways
that have been cast out
stored in the bottom of a drawer

But still
the gates of hell
have opened today
uh, and from there
the living blend with the dead

uh, the steps that led
to the gallows
will no longer be counted
the children born
outside your cloak
will never be bastards again

But still
the gates of hell
have opened today,
uh, and from there
the living blend with the dead

Hey!
Hey!

But still
the gates of hell
have opened today
uh, and from there
the living blend with the dead