...And vapor carried by the wind
watched the secret forms of earth.

...And vapor felt desire
And like rain he went deep in her soil.

Chorus:
Conviction and will
Like red burning wings.

Friction, erosion
Turn the ancient stones to magma and lava.
Where fire witnessed the birth
Of the bird who s nest was its grave.

Chorus 2:
Conviction and will
Like red burning wings.
Defying the sun
With self light and warmth.

Contemplating the kingdoms alone on the mountain top,
Pondering in solitude, away from masters and slaves.

Part 4: COAGVLACIÓN

When you feel no more pain
Watch your scars and remember:
The sacred dogs dismembered you.
You reassemble yourself.
By yourself.