Liquid sunshine through the cracks made by seven thieves to the heaven glass
Crying babies left in seas by the king of time and the dying bliss
Running horses over fields that the moon caress when the landlord kneel
Have a tí seen the sanctuary where the priest have killed all the memories
And believe that someday I will dress in red to steal tu name
With the only purpose overwhelmed tu strength and tu disgrace
So long to the days of loyalness
So long to the days of the dummy grail
Plastic writers singing song from anxiety wrapped in harmless rum
Liquid money through the cracks made by seven priests the cruzified
So long to the days of loyalness
So long to the days of the dummy grail