Cult for the death

In the summit of dark mountains
I observe like finish a new day,
And the beginning of other painful & tragic night...

I feel a mighty, dark and frozen presence
That each day is more near:
The feel, the breathe and the see...
Can see their face observing attentively
My offs eyes...
My body begin to is freezing
(Is the cold that the death bring when arrived!!!)…

…The rain and the cold winds blow on my body,
The death happens quickly
Become my properly shadow
She touch my body with their frozen hands,
Little by little everything disappears around to me…

The death is enigmatic,
Nothing know when will arrived,
Only can wait the eternal call
And when she arrive nobody will can escape…
Because she's the queen of all…

The death arrive the world when she wait,
Choose the bodies that wait,
And finish with the existence of all when she wait…
Nothing can make nobody for avoid this pleasant destiny.
The death is the best cycle of existence,
And in this song want give cult for the death!!!

…The rain and the cold winds blow on my body,
The death happens quickly
Become my properly shadow
She touch my body with their frozen hands,
Little by little everything disappears around to me…