14 / Romantic Collapse
Seeds the Devil has Sown
The church bells are ringing for nobody left The pews are all covered in stains A mother is mourning a cold-blooded theft As the blood trickles down through the drains El miedo se siembra con cada rincón And the tall grass is growing so high Ya no queda rastro de aquel corazón Underneath a black soot in the sky Bajo el cielo de hierro y carbón The vulture is waiting for skin and for bone Sin justicia y sin compasión We reap every seed that the devil has sown Canta el plomo su triste canción While we stand in the valley alone Uno por uno caen al abismo No mercy for those who remain Mirando el reflejo de nuestro cinismo The desert is drinking the rain Of sulfur and ashes and iron La ley de la bala The weight of the lead Justicia que tala The trees of the dead Ah-ah-ah Oh-oh-oh The gold on the altar is tarnished and gray Los perros le ladran al sol The trucks in the plaza have nothing to say Bebiendo veneno y alcohol The shadow is stretching across the divide Where mountains are hiding the truth No hay un refugio donde uno se cuide From the hunger that swallows our youth Bajo el cielo de hierro y carbón The vulture is waiting for skin and for bone Sin justicia y sin compasión We reap every seed that the devil has sown Canta el plomo su triste canción While we stand in the valley alone Polvo a polvo The kingdom of ghosts Ceniza a ceniza Where we are the hosts Que Dios nos perdone But God isn't here Solo la muerte And only the fear Adiós Farewell A este infierno To this hell The vultures are circling a kingdom of dust Las cruces se caen de lado The barrels are rotting with silver and rust El campo quedó abandonado A waltz for the fallen who died for the name Written in soot on the wall We all feed the fire and we all share the blame Waiting for darkness to fall Bajo el cielo de hierro y carbón The vulture is waiting for skin and for bone Sin justicia y sin compasión We reap every seed that the devil has sown Canta el plomo su triste canción While we stand in the valley alone La ley de la bala The weight of the lead Justicia que tala The trees of the dead The horses are skeletons parched by the heat Los campos se tiñen de luto The boots of the soldiers are loud on the street Cosecha de amargo tributo The butcher is weighing the price of a soul On scales made of brass and of spite The bell in the tower has lost all control And screams at the oncoming night Balas de plata The harvest of hate Cuerda que ata The hand of your fate Muerte civil The garden of stone Hombre servil On a broken down throne Bajo el cielo de hierro y carbón The vulture is waiting for skin and for bone Sin justicia y sin compasión We reap every seed that the devil has sown Canta el plomo su triste The river is dragging the ghosts of the pastBack to The Land of Silver and Sorrow