Viene Cantando
Trotsky Vengaran
She Comes Singing
A flash of silver in the vastness
It's the furious noise of metal
It's the blade that cuts the wheat
It's the choir announcing the fatal
They say she walks in her Sunday dress
Twelve roses adorning her hat
Like a scorned bride
They say she's looking for the one who deceived her
Death comes singing
From afar her voice is heard
Riding through the hills
She comes to finish
To finish what she started
There's so much that time can't erase
Memories that refuse to be past
That turn into flesh in memory
Waiting for another ending to be written
A flash of silver in the vastness
It's the furious noise of metal
It's the blade that cuts the wheat
It's the choir announcing the fatal
Death comes singing
From afar her voice is heard
Riding through the hills
She comes to finish
To finish what she started
Death comes singing
From afar her voice is heard
Riding through the hills
She comes to finish
To finish what she started
