Que Corra la Sangre - Eskorbuto

Ha llegado el momento

De la ultima pelea

Y aunque queramos

Quiza no podamos

Pero sin duda que lo vamos a intentar

Con los libros el pasado recordamos

Las victorias y derrotas del planeta

Mucha sangre enrojecio la tierra

De las guerras, peleas y batallas

Y batallas

Muchos libros se han escrito en la historia

Muchos libros se han quemado y olvidado

Hubo cuentos y hubo fantasias

Y hubo historia reales e increibles

E increibles

Que corra la sangre

La sangre que corra, roja y espesa

Que corra la sangre

La sangre que corra, roja y espesa

Ha llegado el momento

De la ultima pelea

Y aunque queramos

Quiza no podamos

Pero sin duda que lo vamos a intentar

Volveran las oscuras golondrinas

A posarse de nuevo en sus nidos

Volvera el caballero Don Quijote

Montado en su fiel Rocinante

Por la mancha

Gritos y cañones

Son sonidos de la guerra

Gritos y banderas

Huracanes de la muerte

De la muerte

Que corra la sangre

La sangre que corra, roja y espesa

Que corra la sangre

La sangre que corra, roja y espesa

Que corra la sangre

La sangre que corra, roja y espesa

Que corra la sangre

La sangre que corra, roja y espesa

Que corra la sangre

La sangre que corra, roja y espesa

The moment has come

of the last fight

And even if we want

maybe we can't

But surely we are going to try

With the books we remember the past

The victories and defeats of the planet

A lot of blood reddened the earth

Of the wars, fights and battles

and battles

Many books have been written in history

Many books have been burned and forgotten

There were stories and there were fantasies

And there were real and incredible stories

and incredible

let the blood flow

The blood that runs, red and thick

let the blood flow

The blood that runs, red and thick

The moment has come

of the last fight

And even if we want

maybe we can't

But surely we are going to try

The dark swallows will return

To perch again on their nests

The knight Don Quixote will return

Mounted on his trusty Rocinante

for the stain

screams and cannons

They are sounds of war

Shouts and flags

hurricanes of death

Of death

let the blood flow

The blood that runs, red and thick

let the blood flow

The blood that runs, red and thick

let the blood flow

The blood that runs, red and thick

let the blood flow

The blood that runs, red and thick

let the blood flow

The blood that runs, red and thick