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El Jardín de la Tiniebla

El Jardin de la Niebla

Sombrero gris, guantes marron,
En el cerebro una obsesion.
Su imagen vio a contraluz.
Frente al espejo se observo:
Nadie puede sospechar.
Solo sere uno mas.

Oscurecio, no va a llover.
La luz de gas lo ilumino, si.
Sus pasos van delante de el.
Resuenan contra la pared.

Debe volver a matar.
Ya no lo puede evitar.
Siente la sangre brotar.
Siente el cuchillo rajando la piel.
Mañana el mundo llorara ante el horror.

No, no, no...

Son ya las diez, esperara.
Junto al farol se escondera.
No piensa en nada, este es su momento.
Ha visto ya, oye llegar,
A una mujer que va a tener,
La vida a punto de perder.

Horas despues desperto,
No sabe que sucedio,
Vaga sospecha, temor.
Alguien su cara ha vuelto a arañar.
La ropa ensangrentada,
Barro en los zapatos nuevos,
Roto su reloj.

Caera la noche y saldra, si.
En el jardin de la niebla estara.
Esperar, la victima llegara.
Entre las sombras acecha el terror...

Quiero romper tu interior, no sentiras el dolor.
No tendras tiempo de mas, ni si quiera de gritar.
Siento que vuelvo a vivir, siento que vuelvo a nacer.
Siento tu vida acabar, tu muerte mi libert

The Garden of Darkness

The Garden of the Fog

Gray hat, brown gloves,
In the brain an obsession.
He saw his image against the light.
He looked at himself in the mirror:
No one can suspect.
I'll just be one more.

It's getting dark, it's not going to rain.
The gaslight lit him up, yes.
His steps go before him.
They resound against the wall.

He must kill again.
He can't help it anymore.
He feels the blood gushing.
He feels the knife ripping the skin.
Tomorrow the world will mourn before the horror.

No, no, no...

It's already ten, he'll wait.
He'll hide by the streetlight.
He doesn't think about anything, this is his moment.
He's already seen, he hears coming,
A woman who's about to have,
Her life about to be lost.

Hours later he woke up,
He doesn't know what happened,
Vague suspicion, fear.
Someone has scratched his face again.
Bloody clothes,
Mud on his new shoes,
His watch broken.

Night will fall and he will leave, yes.
He will be in the garden of the fog.
He will wait, the victim will arrive.
In the shadows terror lurks...

I want to break inside you, you won't feel the pain.
You won't have time for more, not even to scream.
I feel that I'm alive again, I feel that I'm born again.
I feel your life end, your death my freedom.