Albor

Fool is the glory of the weak
Devoured by the dark immensity
Taking refuges in the light
Sealing his own darkness

Fool is the sure insane
Giving life to nonexistence
Closed senses to reality
For don’t accept the imminent loss

My conscience floats over chaos
My spirit rests in the dark
Maybe I’m part of this evil
In the dawning I see my future

Foolish lies becomes true
In front the ignorance
Imposition petty interests
Disguised as kindness and compassion

Foolish notions and convictions
Preaching the opposite of their action
Seeking peace and salvation
Moved to death and destruction

My conscience floats over chaos
My spirit rests in the dark
Maybe I’m part of this evil
In the dawning I see my future