Contra El Viento
Warcry
Against the Wind
Memories of glass... of what happened... how far everything is when pain is felt.
Condemned to die, nothing to negotiate: life is a game and everything has an end.
Lying on a bed, hanging by a thread of voice... lost in that world, which is his room, he watches the minutes go by from a cruel old clock: he knows the looks, hope died.
They say he will soon depart to that place where there is no evil or time passing. He wants to sleep and wake up, he wants to fly one more day... against the wind.
He observes how easy it is to live around him; the one who has everything does not believe he is happy. His blood already awaits the hour of his end... how quickly we give up without even fighting.
He doesn't believe in miracles, he knows that wanting is power: the one who wants nothing, can obtain nothing. Living the seconds as an opportunity to play the game, fighting until the end... until the end...
[Solo]
They say he will soon depart to that place where there is no evil or time passing. He wants to sleep and wake up, he wants to fly one more day... against the wind.
