Ofici De Tenebres [English translation]

Tired of waiting,

for the day that good deeds are rewarded,

tired of placing

the right cheek today and the other tomorrow,

tired of waiting for paradise.

You shall not be able to pass down

not even a crumb of bread,

and those who have eaten

their stomachs can't digest it.

With your sore feat

you shall not be able to walk,

you shall not be able to approach

you shall not be able to reach anything with your hands

for you have inflicted on me many wounds.

Fallen angel, under your wings you carry a sickle

to mow down the stump and the root, to cut heads

you don't deserve to live, and death you will receive.

Your feet full of scabs

they will never heal,

and even if it's a light punishment

for those who have stolen the light from the world

for those who have left men blind.

My greatest wish of all: may you not die alone!

may you pay with your heart and body!

for I am not God, still; I condemn you to the shadows

you don't deserve to live, death you will receive.

• Artist:Mara Aranda
• Album:Lo Testament [2013]