Dioses Sin Voz

New is the light that settles on old wounds
Old is the sun that rises over new ashes
Who will look back?
Seeking answers once again
After the emotion everything remains the same
Men of peace
Sell us smiles that can actually kill

Games of light new voiceless gods
Praises of thorns promising a world without evil
Magnificent beginning that leads to the very end

Plague and storms crowd in delusional heads
Fleshless lips sigh for dark presences
Oh immortal progress!
Your false vanity makes you be
And mercilessly you will make us fall
One more year
New desires to be better
And nothing is true

Games of light...