oregano and preacher

the tarantulas are singing,the tarantulas are eyeless,i haven't seen you since Shadow Mountain,i am becoming an expert in following your footsteps,i recognize your smell,el otra vez no te pude ver a los ojos pues el color de la sombra te los tapaba,in the night everything its safer, i feel better in the disguise of darkness,cape flooded by stones,enemy of my circle,enemy of myself,quiet desperation,unhappy row,mask desolate idol of rock,this mask strengthen his roots whit the dried blood,this wall too,they commenced to suck from the ice peaks so sad,they belonged to die.UNKNOWN HATE.