Tumba de Hueso Lyrics
Tumba de Hueso - Lyrics (Translation)
Tumba de Hueso - Lyrics (Translation)
Chorus
This is my grave of bones and here begins my prison.
I'm splashing the notebook with ink and blood.
I feel that through time it's getting late,
this heaven breaks and opens, hell burns.
Verse 1 - Fortune Machine
It's getting harder and harder to write on paper,
the stories of this insane man who doesn't feel so good.
Hallucinating between his room being a victim and a victim,
of those dreadful memories and the reflection of yesterday.
Living in campo santo and with the grave between my skin.
Next to me is another dead man rejected from Eden,
an insane soul condemned to sin and its pleasure.
Imprisoned in flesh and blood guarded by lucifer,
ten feet under and without the option of rebirth.
I leave this human plane and return to my lineage.
Encrypted messages and in my mind a I don't know what.
With this light that rises to the sky through a funereal journey.
To the rhythm of a lion in territory that is wild,
Emptying the container with the frequencies of language.
Without shield or armour in the midst of this sabotage,
at the foolish hands of death and souls in the drain.
Buchados del Olympus, anonymous characters,
cursed subscribers’, exemplary free souls.
My grave is flesh and blood, the shackles are mental,
breaking the chains and travelling between portals.
Chorus
This is my grave of bones and here begins my prison.
I'm splashing the notebook with ink and blood.
I feel that through time it's getting late,
this heaven breaks and opens, hell burns.
Verse 2 - Free Soul
A sentenced ghost buried in flesh and blood,
the demons have arrived for nuptial death...
Tombs of the past are opened and the future becomes uncertain,
host of animals in desert sewers.
The incantations recited sacrifices of my body,
my brain which is infamous craved in the underworld.
Maybe I'll lose or maybe I'll win, they are the keys to this empire.
In my grave, bones, flesh, holocaust, I am theirs.
Skulls claim me for the weeping I generate.
The sentence and putrefied judgement to my body.
The ritual of vertebral revealing in the fire.
Abnormal situations predicted by this fire.
A shadow begins to speak to me as I look at my notebook.
A gratifying pain seizes my pen.
I'm dead vile wandering in the pits of mystery,
coffin my companion and my reflection in the mirror,
special ceremony I sing, scream, laugh, phobia,
its fate is already written and it's not your girlfriend's ass;
Devotion of these damned sick mind who guards.
Tales, legends and myths, FREE SOUL making history.
Transmuting into this ratatouille, it’s fine if you hate me.
My writings are malignant with rancour and trajectory.
Ask for Christ, blessed god in the prayers that overwhelm you.
Forgiveness that ordeal the arrival of the mummies.
Verse 3 - Fortune Machine and Free Soul
Graveyards, dead feelings, withered memories,
As time goes by this pain becomes eternal.
I write my last breath between sleeplessness and nausea,
tears in my eyes and an emptiness in my chest.
I'm not lying to you, I'm afraid I'll go mad again.
In a sea of thoughts of infamy I am that one,
in the grave of bones, prayers, with the devil at his mercy,
the breath, the cold human demise on my feet,
Facing the return of death and its requiem.
Ghostly are the verses and the sunset of yesterday.
No one knows if I'm dead or deluded or maybe a false Eden,
that suffocates the chest with a pain to live;
The necropsy has already been done and it turns out to be the most destroying.
No one comes out satisfied with no reason to die.
The past takes flight and no future to come.
Free soul RAP, the MACHINE its blin blin.
The call of the dead when the sky is black and grey.
The ticket is for those unhappy wretches.
Remembering the most beautiful thing the hell in which I went out.
A ghost and a sick man devouring a dope beat....
It's FORTUNE, FREE SOUL.
Chorus
This is my grave of bones and here begins my prison.
I'm splashing the notebook with ink and blood.
I feel that through time it's getting late,
this heaven breaks and opens, hell burns.
GRAVE OF BONES, SICK, DAMNED FORTUNE