Flames that collides with the body of the asleep beast That dreams to dance in way to the ruins of sky Devoted angels who now contemplate the frustration of your teacher Regent of the perpetual fire and the scandalmonger’s voices Inside of the valley of the shadows of the death Storms that make bitter souvenirs Of the yearnings of the womb of the land Immaculate monuments erected For the favors’ of the disillusionment In its sins, does not advance to pray The flames of the marble do not illuminate the valley of the shadows Its look, of mercy Not commove the cerberus in the darkness Burning as fire Obscure entity Separating the life Of the certain death