We are a burning darkness
Swamped by a thousand seas
Mute from fear, hollow and eternal
We sleep forever
The end goes on
Bodies like pillars of dust – disappear once again in the wind
During the night, we move in circles, in unbroken structures
Our beams they sweep across a ravaged earth
As a rhythmic pulse of death – we shudder through the ground
We are a burning darkness
Swamped by a thousand seas
Mute from fear, hollow and eternal
Of heroes and tombs – we sleep forever
Of heroes and tombs – the end goes on
Hollow and eternal
We sleep forever
The end goes on
Of heroes and tombs – we sleep forever
Of heroes and tombs – the end goes on
"I realized that searching was my symbol, the emblem of those who go out at night with nothing in mind, the motives of a destroyer of compasses."
[Julio Cortázar]