Ch'aska

Upwards into the dark
expressions of horror
rise from my heart
disturbing my mind.

A Shape lying lifeless
breaks the shadows.

It can't be real,
my goddess falls.

Night after night
death visions descend
upon the dust
within my head.

Gray skies embrace my soul
A cold wind strokes my face.

Silent notes of agony
born from my heart
Ancient sorrows
Images of death
Embellish my sight
Spread out my paths.

--Flauta--

Night after night
death visions descend
upon the dust
within my head.

Gray skies embrace my soul
A cold wind strokes my face.

Silent notes of agony
born from my heart
Ancient sorrows
Images of death
Embellish my sight
Spread out my paths.