There Was A Time - Hocico

Deep in their wounds

There’s something strange

Bad signs of death

Foretelling the plague

While their strength drains out

They lose their hope

Wating for a cure and a blessing

Wating to be saved

Their faith decays, internal struggle

Altered bloodstream in their veins

Their faith decays, internal struggle

Fate’s marked in their face

The rays of light are fading fast

The sun’s turning black, seas are turning red

This will be the end of an insane age

Forever they defied your power and force

Now they realize they’re naked souls

There was a time to get the meaning of things

There was a place to be just as we are

There was a time to forget all our fears

There was a place to forgive all injures

Crawling they clamor for their souls to be restored

To pursue the air as once they did