Mirthless - Prayers to the Gods

Listen to these... Funebre melodies...
And cold hymns of melancholy... In silence...
I spill my blood... In honor of the gods...
But my voices... Are not heard...
Maybe is my grave... Maybe is the end...

Deo escuchat lamentatiss me
Fúnebres capa se mare.

Mio spiritum discarnis se
Mio corpus requiescat sine vita...

A look frozen by the anguish...
A cold look buried by the pain...
A black look buried by the pain...
An ancient vision of an empire...

My footsteps were marked
In a silent nightfall
Under the dense fog
Which embraces my hope...

I walked among stones
In a lost empire
Viracocha, listen to my prayers
Cuniraya, I invoke your name...

A face whithered by the sadness
A face distressed by the pain
Torns that hurt my soul
Scars arise from my body

Ttonapa, listen to my prayers
Viracocha, in your hands entrust my spirit
The whisper of the wind rips my body
Upon the altar of the gods
Oh! Ttonapa, I invoke your name...

Ttonapa...