LA MANDRAGORA
La
mandrágora
Ante
la penumbra
De
una cruz de huesos
La
mandrágora
Veía en sus rostros
De olvido
Su
reflejo postergado
Y un canto de desolación
La
serpiente besaba el rostro
Al demonio
Mientras
la sangre viscosa
Alimenta
a los guerreros nocturnos
¿Quién
me habita?
Pregunta
la muerte
En
su ropaje confuso que invita a no morir
Llovizna
hilando las almas
Encenderá
el silencio en mi cuerpo
Como
retrato del último testigo
Veré
la luna
Danzar
buscando a los nombrados
Para
llegar a su reino
El
reloj se plasmo con sus cadenas de eternidad
Sobre
las moléculas del tiempo
Seres
impuros
Darán
su última carcajada
Cuando
inscriban la derrota
Sobre
su propia libro de los muertos
Las
campanas se volverían voluntad de hiel
En
mis palabras echadas al abismo
Me
verán partir
Siervos
y mil brujas testigos
De
la devastación
the mandrake
Before the penumbra
From a cross of bones
the mandrake
I saw in their faces
From oblivion
His reflection postponed
And a song of desolation
The snake kissed the face
To hell
While viscous blood
Feed the night warriors
Who lives in me?
Ask death
In his guise confusing inviting not to die
Light spinning souls
Illuminate the silence in my body
As a portrait of the last witness
I see the moon
Dancing searching for the appointed
To get to his kingdom
The watch chains plasmodia with eternity
Molecules over time
Beings impure
Give their last laugh
When registering the defeat
On his own book of the dead
The bells will again gall
In my words cast into the abyss
I see from
Servants and thousand witches witnesses
From the devastation
Before the penumbra
From a cross of bones
the mandrake
I saw in their faces
From oblivion
His reflection postponed
And a song of desolation
The snake kissed the face
To hell
While viscous blood
Feed the night warriors
Who lives in me?
Ask death
In his guise confusing inviting not to die
Light spinning souls
Illuminate the silence in my body
As a portrait of the last witness
I see the moon
Dancing searching for the appointed
To get to his kingdom
The watch chains plasmodia with eternity
Molecules over time
Beings impure
Give their last laugh
When registering the defeat
On his own book of the dead
The bells will again gall
In my words cast into the abyss
I see from
Servants and thousand witches witnesses
From the devastation
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