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Listen to these... Funebre melodies...

And cold hymns of melancholy... In silence...

I spill my blood... In honor of the gods...

But my voices... Are not heard...

Maybe is my grave... Maybe is the end...

Deo escuchat lamentatiss me

Fúnebres capa se mare.

Mio spiritum discarnis se

Mio corpus requiescat sine vita...

A look frozen by the anguish...

A cold look buried by the pain...

A black look buried by the pain...

An ancient vision of an empire...

My footsteps were marked

In a silent nightfall

Under the dense fog

Which embraces my hope...

I walked among stones

In a lost empire

Viracocha, listen to my prayers

Cuniraya, I invoke your name...

A face whithered by the sadness

A face distressed by the pain

Torns that hurt my soul

Scars arise from my body

Ttonapa, listen to my prayers

Viracocha, in your hands entrust my spirit

The whisper of the wind rips my body

Upon the altar of the gods

Oh! Ttonapa, I invoke your name...

Ttonapa...