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Cosecha de sangre

In thy holy name

San la muerte

Black tar filling

My lungs and veins

Cosecha de sangre

In thy holy name

San la muerte

Sound dead, sleeping

For the moment

Against

Cosmic current

Oh blood

Along the path

I forever walk

Where death, God

The Devil and I

Can finally talk

So calmly, away

From the insipid flock