El Ángel de la Muerte - Arkangel

Desde el inicio de tus pasos

Se encuentra esperando

Caminara siempre a tu lado

A través de los años

Esperando cubrirte con su

Negro manto en el

Momento mas inesperado

Bajo su nefasta influencia

En tu cabeza rondaran ideas

¿suicidarse?

¿sicoanalizarse?

¿acaso alcoholizarse?

Quizás alguna vez has sentido

Su presencia mientras va

Martillando en tu conciencia

No, no, no, no podrás escapar

No del ángel de la muerte

No podrás escapar

Del ángel de la muerte no podrás escapar

Te hundirás en la miseria

Sentirás que no hay diferencias

Entre la demencia y la cordura

Caerás en sus manos

Tu fin ha llegado

De nada servirá que trates de gritar

From the beginning of your steps

is waiting

I will always walk by your side

Through the years

Waiting to cover you with his

black cloak in

most unexpected moment

Under his nefarious influence

Ideas will be around your head

commit suicide?

psychoanalyze?

maybe drunken?

Maybe you have ever felt

His presence as he goes

Hammering on your conscience

No, no, no, you can't escape

Not from the angel of death

You can not scape

From the angel of death you will not be able to escape

You will sink into misery

You will feel that there are no differences

Between insanity and sanity

you will fall into their hands

your end has come

It won't do any good if you try to scream