Lyrics and translation Carlos González - Tribunal de sangre

Tribunal de sangre

Ahora la constancia me parece un gran insulto, y el placer
Es una voz en off, reconstruyendo antiguos cielos, siento
En las tinieblas probaré el jugo artificial
Intentaré correr, y manos de cristal
Se fundirán aquí, costillas sujetadas
Me cierran los ojos, y una sórdida
Historia me cuentan los altivos
Ídolos de sangre

Tribunal of Blood

Now constancy seems like such an insult, and pleasure
Is a voiceover, reconstructing former heavens, I feel
In the darkness I'll taste the artificial juice
I'll try to run, and glass hands
Will melt here, held ribs
They close my eyes, and a sordid
Story is told to me by the haughty ones
Idols of blood