Demons of the new world.
After the blanket of life they hide
The beings of darkness to which
You can not identify.
But once they identify you
You will not be able to escape from your unfortunate end
That outcome in which you will no longer live.
Just for the simple desire to see how
Your soul abandons your useless body
And it rots in a poor wooden chest.
Only bones will remain from your sad body
And to the dust your remains will return,
Your sad soul wanders in pain and laments.
For being that sad victim of the
Beings of darkness to which never
He could identify by his weakness.
Those beings of darkness are hidden behind
The shadows and are called by the
Impure as the demons of the new world.
They were men once but the rancor
He consumed them from his heart and from this plane
They could not advance, between us they are
And with them they want us to crawl.
