Ángel De Barro

The crime of being born out of place
Made the strongest a God, cruel deceiver
And if their cradle is not of high status
They will learn how to suffer, with all their pain

Disregarding hostility, they want to achieve
To banish all rebellion from their bodies
But they can't with their spirit
They will turn eternity into a mortal's game

Mud angel
Listen to the wind
From its sound, hell will come
Mud angel
Watch the time
From the eternal God, lament will arise

The scorn of ignoring reality
Are a thousand ways to deceive without thinking further
And never look at the sky again
Waiting for the manna that will never come

Terrified of living clouds the obsession
Making their being terror to survive
And even if desire travels in luck
The thirst for peace will announce the path to follow

Mud angel
Listen to the wind
From its sound, hell will come
Mud angel
Watch the time
From the eternal God, lament will arise
Elegance of always reaching for power

Crushed the ideal, nothing to fear
Maybe one day man will change
Breaking their will and asserting themselves

Mud angel
Listen to the wind
From its sound, hell will come
Mud angel
Watch the time
From the eternal God, lament will arise