Los Lobos (The Wolves)

Underneath your morbid atmosphere,
The sky,
Grey,
The cold, it surrounds me.
Your voice is fading away,
Away from the pack.
Where have you gone?

My lonely coração is crying for peace,
But my enemies' ignore it.
Nevertheless they strike hard,
Forgetting my position,
Forgetting my pleas,
And compromising my yearning for this battle to end.

Los Lobos,
They come as weapons from the soul,
Their presence cuts through your defense.
The Wolves.

Cry as you will,
No-one will hear.
As soon as, The Wolves, howl,
You know your life is forfeit.

Don't tarry,
For you will find,
That your soul,
Has been consumed.