/// LETRA ///
Desde Portugal cruzó el continente,
la piel oscura como el carbón.
Lo miran todos como un ser diferente,
pero su alma denota acción.

Lo llevan al shōgun sin comprender,
“¿Puede un extraño obedecer?”
Pero la sangre lo hará valer—
con su katana, va a florecer.

No vino a ser una visión fugaz,
ni un mito roto que el viento rompe.
Fue acero en calma, fuego tenaz,
silencio y furia en cada golpe.

Fue la única sombra con armadura real,
sirvió a Nobunaga, juramento mortal.
Vio arder templos, no dejo caer la moral,
pero no cayó… aguantó hasta el final.

No fue leyenda, ni adorno de corte,
fue filo en la historia, justicia y soporte.
En un país que dudó de su aporte,
Yasuke el samurai… que carga la muerte.

Su yelmo brilla bajo el bambú,
su katana corta en plenitud.
No necesita una palabra dar,
su filo corta incluso el mar.

Todo clan le teme por su fervor,
pero no duda ni frente al dolor.
Un samurai con humildad, un rumor,
brutal y corpulento, enfrentarlo tu error.

A su lado, Naoe camina,
una shinobi que estuvo en ruina.
Entre los dos, la muerte se inclina,
hacia los Shinbakufu, su vida termina.

Fue la única sombra con armadura real,
sirvió a Nobunaga, juramento mortal.
Vio arder templos, no dejo caer la moral,
pero no cayó… aguantó hasta el final.

No fue leyenda, ni adorno de corte,
fue filo en la historia, justicia y soporte.
En un país que dudó de su aporte,
Yasuke el samurai… que carga la muerte.

No olvida el hierro que lo forjó,
ni el nombre esclavo que Dios le dió.
Pero en batalla se redimió—
y un nuevo mundo en él nació.

Ya no es siervo, ni mercancía,
ni carne ajena para la herejía.
Le llaman oni si su kanabo empuña,
del nuevo trono, vida no quedará ninguna.

Con cada corte limpia el honor,
de aquel Japón teñido de horror.
La historia cambia su narrador—
y escribe Yasuke su propio ardor.

Fue la única sombra con armadura real,
sirvió a Nobunaga, juramento mortal.
Vio arder templos, no dejo caer la moral,
pero no cayó… aguantó hasta el final.

No fue leyenda, ni adorno de corte,
fue filo en la historia, justicia y soporte.
En un país que dudó de su aporte,
Yasuke el samurai… que carga la muerte.

Espada en la tormenta - Yasuke

/// LETRA ///
Fue Mariscal de los cielos dorados,
comandó tropas de astros armados.
Vestía seda y bebía encantado,
entre inmortales, nunca juzgado.

Gobernó nubes con voz militar,
pero el deseo lo hizo fallar.
Persiguió a Cháng'é sin pensar,
ebrio en palacio, sin recular.

El Emperador dictó castigo,
del cielo al lodo cayó consigo.
Entre carcajadas del Imperio antiguo,
se convirtió en mito y enemigo.

Del cielo cayó, y por lujuria pagó,
mas con un rastrillo su nombre forjó.
En forma de cerdo, luchó sin temor,
su honor brillaba en medio del error.

No fue perfecto, ni sabio, ni zen,
pero defendió al monje con cien por cien.
Entre gula, torpeza y ocasional desdén,
fue el más humano… de los cien.

Cayó del cielo como un cerdo mortal,
su reencarnación fue error fatal.
Nació en un corral sin más desden,
se alzó demonio, que le den.

Vivió en el monte, entre soledad,
sin recordar su divinidad.
Ni dioses, ni hombres, ni hermandad—
solo el reflejo de su fealdad.

Su nombre fue Zhu Ganglie al fin,
glotón y torpe, de barro y festín.
Hasta que el viaje cambió su jardín,
y vio en Tang Sanzang, su destino afín.

Del cielo cayó, y por lujuria pagó,
mas con un rastrillo su nombre forjó.
En forma de cerdo, luchó sin temor,
su honor brillaba en medio del error.

No fue perfecto, ni sabio, ni zen,
pero defendió al monje con cien por cien.
Entre gula, torpeza y ocasional desdén,
fue el más humano… de los cien.

Siguió a Wukong con paso desigual,
peleó con rastrillo en estilo bestial.
Sus vicios pesaban como costal,
pero su lealtad fue elemental.

Se quejaba más que el viento otoñal,
pero en la batalla, era letal.
Entre demonios y caos infernal,
fue un cerdo con alma fraternal.

De deseo a devoción, así cruzó,
en cada paso, algo cambió.
Y aunque el barro nunca dejó,
su espíritu noble renació.

Del cielo cayó, y por lujuria pagó,
mas con un rastrillo su nombre forjó.
En forma de cerdo, luchó sin temor,
su honor brillaba en medio del error.

No fue perfecto, ni sabio, ni zen,
pero defendió al monje con cien por cien.
Entre gula, torpeza y ocasional desdén,
fue el más humano… de los cien.

El cerdo y el Karma - Zhu Bajie

/// LETRA ///
Sketchin’ murals near the G-line,
Headphones blastin' What's Up Danger all the time.
Mi mamá cooks while the city hums,
Papá patrols where the siren drums.

Got the call — Brooklyn Visions, elite.
But I still speak Spanglish on my block, on beat.
Graffiti tags blend with code on screen,
Me and Ganke hack the world unseen.

Uncle said, “Keep it low,” but fate said “Go!”
One glitchy spider, then I glow.
Now I zap through skin, got volts to throw—
Bio-shock drip in my spider flow.

Invisible in the shadows, electric in my veins,
Brooklyn's new protector, breaking all them chains.
Web-swinging through my borough, venom strike so true,
Spider-Man's legacy lives on, but I'm something new.

Uptown pulse in my every step,
Born from loss, but I’ve found my rep.
They see the suit, but they feel my flame—
I wear the mask, but I built the name.

Wall-crawl smooth on midnight walls,
Venom punch drops like thunder calls.
Fade to black—yo, I vanish, ghosted,
Then come back lit like wires roasted.

Peter’s gone, but the echo's wide,
Saw Spideys fall from every side.
From Gwen to Noir, they showed the thread,
But mine’s the web I choose instead.

Roxxon lied with their clean façade,
Tinkerer cracked it, broken and scarred.
She was my friend, till the tech went dark,
Now sparks fly deep where we both left marks.

Invisible in the shadows, electric in my veins,
Brooklyn's new protector, breaking all the chains.
Web-swinging through my borough, venom strike so true,
Spider-Man's legacy lives on, but I'm something new.

Uptown pulse in my every step,
Born from loss, but I’ve found my rep.
They see the suit, but they feel my flame—
I wear the mask, but I built the name.

This ain’t Peter’s path, this groove is mine,
Venom webs in electric lines.
Camouflage drip, I'm unseen on climb,
Still reppin’ Boricua with every rhyme.

My hoodie’s black, my soul’s on fire,
Brooklyn raised me through wire and choir.
Legacy’s weight? I lift it higher—
With every swing, I spark the wire.

Not just a copy, I rewrite fate,
With rhythm and pain, I resonate.
I ain’t the shadow—I’m the light breakin’ through—
I’m Miles Morales. Not Spider-Man 2.

Invisible in the shadows, electric in my veins,
Brooklyn's new protector, breaking all the chains.
Web-swinging through my borough, venom strike so true,
Spider-Man's legacy lives on, but I'm something new.

Uptown pulse in my every step,
Born from loss, but I’ve found my rep.
They see the suit, but they feel my flame—
I wear the mask, but I built the name.

Shockwaves - Miles Morales

/// LETRA ///

They pulled me from my throne in Vegas heat,
Aliens crashed in, now it’s time to repeat.
The bars went silent, the babes all fled,
Till I rose from the couch and filled ‘em with led.

Was chillin' with shades and a six-pack buzz,
Now I'm stompin’ invaders just because.
They blew up my bike and pissed me off—
Time to flex my guns and show ‘em who's boss.

Jetpack’s fueled and my boots are tight,
Got pipe bombs for days, let’s light up the night.
They chose the wrong Earth, now they’ll see,
You mess with humanity? You answer to me.

Hail to the king, baby, I'm here to kick ass,
Aliens invaded, but they picked the wrong class.
Duke Nukem's the name, and I'm all out of gum—
When the smoke clears, I'm the only one.

Explosions behind me, no need to run,
I’m the one-liner god with a golden gun.
I save the world and I still look fly—
Damn, I'm good. No need to try.

I tore through streets with a chain-gun scream,
Blasting pig cops like a one-man team.
Explosions danced where my boots stomped in,
The walls turned red with alien skin.

I kicked down doors and saved the girls,
They kissed my cheek, called me their world.
But I just smirked and lit a cigar,
“Duty first,” said the superstar.

One-liners fly as I blow 'em apart,
“Come get some,” straight from the heart.
With quotes and guts, I carve my way,
Another ugly freak dies today.

Hail to the king, baby, I'm here to kick ass,
Aliens invaded, but they picked the wrong class.
Duke Nukem's the name, and I'm all out of gum—
When the smoke clears, I'm the only one.

Explosions behind me, no need to run,
I’m the one-liner god with a golden gun.
I save the world and I still look fly—
Damn, I'm good. No need to try.

I hit the mothership with RPG pride,
Kicked open the hatch and walked inside.
Their general growled—he died with a crack,
Shot him mid-monologue, no time for that.

The planet cheered, the skyline lit,
Babes lined up, and I loved every bit.
The president called, said “Thanks, my friend,”
I hung up the line and said, “Depends.”

‘Cause peace don't last when I’m around,
Trouble follows where legends are found.
So I reload clips with a hero's grin—
If the world ends twice, I’ll win again.

Hail to the king, baby, I'm here to kick ass,
Aliens invaded, but they picked the wrong class.
Duke Nukem's the name, and I'm all out of gum—
When the smoke clears, I'm the only one.

Explosions behind me, no need to run,
I’m the one-liner god with a golden gun.
I save the world and I still look fly—
Damn, I'm good. No need to try.

Come Get Some - Duke Nukem

/// LETRA ///
“Blessed be the wound…
Blessed be the blood…”

They cast me deep in shunned disgrace,
With chains for horns and a veiled face.
My twin knew silence—I heard Her voice,
The formless flame, my will, my choice.

She wept in wounds, She sang in rot,
A crimson kiss where grace forgot.
“Rend the stars, rebuke the gold—
Let dynasty in death unfold.”

Embrace the thorn, O Lord of Gore,
Let blood be breath, and pain restore.
Beneath Mohgwyn, no soul is free—
A cradle drowned in agony.

Beneath Mohgwyn, we bleed, we pray,
Our veins the path, our flesh the way.
A cradle drowned in agony—
We die, O Lord, so You may be.

Miquella sleeps, still, sublime,
A child of gold entwined in time.
He dreams of grace—I dream of flame,
To rise divine through blood and name.

I pierced his shell, and made him kin,
A god not born, but bathed in sin.
He slumbers still within my womb,
Where rot is red and hope consumes.

The wound... becomes the womb...
The rot... redeems the bloom...
The scream... is sacred tongue...

Unus... for the blood that binds.
Duo... for the child entwined.
Tres... for the blade that sears.
Quattuor... for the choir of spears.
Quinque... for the throne of bone.
Sex... for the rot I call my own.
Septem... for the soul I drown—
Et nunc... coronatus sum...

The Erdtree burns, its sap denied,
Its gold is pale where blood won’t lie.
I spit on Grace, that hollow hymn—
This world shall drown so I may swim.

I carved my seat from sacred flesh,
My name engraved in oaths and death.
Let all who kneel be split and torn—
For kings are not, but must be born.

Embrace the thorn, O Lord of Gore,
Let blood be breath, and pain restore.
Beneath Mohgwyn, no soul is free—
A cradle drowned in agony.

Beneath Mohgwyn, we bleed, we pray,
Our veins the path, our flesh the way.
A cradle drowned in agony—
We die, O Lord, so You may be.

“Embrace the blood...
Embrace the hope…”

Bloodlord's Lament - Mohg

/// LETRA ///
Whispers crawl in moonlit halls, shadows drip like sin,
Chains of blood and broken calls — a game you cannot win.
Veins afire with secrets dark, beneath the velvet skin.

My past’s a shattered mirror glass, cracked smiles in the night,
Bound to a master’s cruel grasp, craving dawn’s fragile light.
I danced with death, tasted despair, and found a sharper bite.

Fangs that glitter like a blade, cutting ties that bind,
Freedom’s song, a serenade — but mercy’s hard to find.
In every scar, a story told, in every glance, a mind.

I’m the whisper behind the smile, the crimson veil you wear,
Astarion’s kiss, the stolen breath, caught in midnight’s snare.

Like petals dipped in poison’s kiss, I bloom where shadows grow,
In velvet dusk, I rule the night — where only lost souls go.

Silken lies and wicked grins, seduction’s cruel art,
Playing roles with sharpened sins, hiding a fractured heart.
The hunt begins where trust dissolves, tearing worlds apart.

Sunlight burns but cannot break, the chains I chose to shed,
A curse that lingers, breaths that ache, the living and the dead.
I wear my past like armor forged, in blood and silence wed.

Beneath the mask, a hunger wakes, restless and refined,
To taste the night for what it takes, and leave the dawn behind.
In every step, a dance with fate, in shadows intertwined.

I’m the whisper behind the smile, the crimson veil you wear,
Astarion’s kiss, the stolen breath, caught in midnight’s snare.

Like petals dipped in poison’s kiss, I bloom where shadows grow,
In velvet dusk, I rule the night — where only lost souls go.

Echoes call from hollow tombs, promises of pain,
A star that fades in cursed blooms, forever bound by chain.
I rise from ashes, born anew, yet still I wear the stain.

Secrets curl within my cloak, silent as a breath,
A dance with darkness, spoke in smoke — between the realms of death.
I am the thief who steals the night, the ghost beneath your step.

Will you fall beneath my spell, surrender to the flame?
In velvet shadows, I dwell, whispering your name.
In blood and silk, my story’s told — an eternal game.

I’m the whisper behind the smile, the crimson veil you wear,
Astarion’s kiss, the stolen breath, caught in midnight’s snare.

Like petals dipped in poison’s kiss, I bloom where shadows grow,
In velvet dusk, I rule the night — where only lost souls go.

Twilight's Embrace - Astarion

/// LETRA ///
"Yo dude, I brought this ice block!"
"Place it… gently…”

We creep past Headman’s floating skull,
whispers mask what he could cull.
Gnomes begin their sudden run—
each crate crash feels like a loaded gun.

Spewer coughs where cables fray,
we dodge and drag the rot away.
One dropped shard becomes our grail—
as broken keys and nerves both fail.

Apex waddles, cursed and slow,
the duckmask lands—someone will go.
Heartbeat syncs with bass below,
our breath held tight for the final blow.

Silent breath, whispered call,
the cry beneath the service hall.

Retrieve the loot—don’t count the score,
monsters knock at every door.
Huntsman fires—no aim, just war,
we bleed for gold on this cursed floor.

Cart’s half-full, but threats restore,
Hidden stalks with creeping lore.
Reaper wakes with sirens' roar—
we run through dread and something more.

Through shadows deep, the Hidden lurks,
our comms go dark as silence jerks.
Drop the loot and kill the light—
one wrong move ends the night.

A shout—Huntsman's steel is near,
the static cracks, we choke on fear.
We hug the cart, we beg, we plead,
but Bowtie rolls and starts to feed.

Bloated limbs on crates now lean,
we slip behind each metal screen.
A groan from keys not heard before—
fractals echo through the core.

One… two… three…
Don’t move. Don’t...

What was that? Gnomes steal more,
Reaper pounds through every floor.
Toxins leak—Spewer's encore—
we trade our fear for cursed decor.

"*********," one teammate barks,
Apex flares in brutal arcs.
Voice chat cuts through glitching sparks—
it’s extract now or leave in marks.

Rugrat scrapes through metal lanes,
its scream erupts in static chains.
We swing our tools, delay the kill—
the prize dissolves, and time stands still.

Headman floats with jaws apart,
our blood goes cold—we push the cart.
A final dash through pitch-black halls,
each thud behind us nearly stalls.

Peeper gazes—sight turns thin,
hallucinations burn the skin.
A clang, a shriek, then silence rings—
Extraction calls… or what it brings.

Tiny steps, Gnome's grin wide,
loot in hand—we run outside.
Reaper screams, then someone cried—
one ping wrong and someone died.

Can’t stack fast, no place to hide,
our sanity begins to slide.
Crates in hand, the cursed supplied—
did we escape… or just coincide?

"C’mon dude, it’s finally over."

Echo Retrieval - R.E.P.O.

//// LETRA ////
"Rise and shine, mister freeman. 
Rise... and... shine..."

Rise and shine, Mr. Freeman… your hour has come again,
No rest deserved until the broken world regains.
The right man in the wrong place can shift reality’s span,
Crowbar in hand, a silent force unbeknownst to man. 

Stasis held your shape while Combine ruled the land,
Black Mesa’s fallout echoes now at your command.
From Lambda’s spark to City 17’s shattered stand,
Silent like a ghost in a world slipping from it's plan.

A scientist with purpose, yet words remain unsaid,
Each lab you leveled, each regime in dread.
No man to direct you, no script to be read—
Your driven silence, the catalyst instead.

Wake up, Mr. Freeman, the ashes beckon change,
A city’s dying heartbeat begs you to re‑engage.
Your actions echo louder than any decree—
Silence your ally, but destiny is key.

So, wake up, Mr. Freeman, your world leans on your stride,
You reshaped fate the moment conspiracy died.
No lead, no creed, but paradox you wield—
In the quiet of your canvas, revolutions are sealed.

I took the liberty of relieving you of your weapons,
Government property—your past is less than countable steppens. 
Xen’s cascade birthed you into a new dimension’s tension,
Now Combine trembles when you breach their extension.

“All the effort in the world would’ve gone to waste,” they say,
Until your hour came again—forced from stasis to fray. 
Vortigaunts murmur salvation; Alyx sees your gaze,
Their hope clings to your shape while resistance sways.

No mask, no proclamation—your crowbar speaks in steel,
Each blow a punctuation; this broken world you heal.
Time bends around you—a stasis wound to seal,
A contract unwritten, yet endlessly real.

Wake up, Mr. Freeman, a fractured world awaits,
Your silent resolve unmakes their iron gates.
Be the keystone in ruins, the quiet paradox,
For in your stillness, the combine empire will unbox.

So, wake up, Mr. Freeman, the balance rests in frozen time,
A physicist turned vanguard—unspoken, yet divine.
Take that step between worlds; push the silent dawn,
And we’ll watch the darkness fracture at your quiet brawn.

I’ve observed—your trajectory loops chaos into form,
A cascade of revolt beyond the standard norm.
You break containment without word or alarm,
Yet your passage through thresholds causes no calm.

Perhaps what I am is less than what I can offer,
A choice or illusion—your currency I proffer. 
Will you resist the construct, the script I conjure?
Or be the silent tide that drowns their structure?

When the Citadel collapses and time thins to cold,
Your form will remain spoken by the chaos you hold.
Dr. Freeman, step through—this contract isn’t old:
Wake up, Mr. Freeman—your legacy unfolds.

"So wake up, Mister Freeman...
Wake up... and smell the ashes."

Wake up, Mr. Freeman - Gordon Freeman

/// LETRA ///
Four knights crash the castle—king’s party goes awry,
Dark Wizard steals the mystic crystal, princesses cry. 
Red, Blue, Green, Orange mount their mounts to rescue fate,
Mace, sword, and magic flame—they smash through every gate.

Across grassland fields, through forests and the Cyclops lair,
Barbarian bosses, Conehead Groom—with medieval flair. 
Poison, ice, lightning spells—light up cartoon skies,
Animal Orbs beside them—quirky pets with stat surprise. 

They level up combos, juggle foes through the war's haze,
Boomerangs, bombs, horns unlock hidden secret ways. 
From Medusa’s cave to Castle fights,
We shall rescue each princess, no kisses denied.

SMASH!
BASH!

Ride the crystal, rescue princess call,
Punch the wizard’s throne to fragments, see his empire fall.
Knights united, juggle hard, magic in the dash,
Join the chaos, bring your friends—we...

SMASH!
BASH!

From forest caves to lava’s blazing roar,
Collect pets, power spells, unlock secrets others ignore.
Puff your armor and it's charm, we're ready to crash
Chaos reigns and laughter reigns—this is Smash and Bash!

Green Princess captured twice—the Cyclops then Conehead groom,
Snow, lava, alien worlds—each zone another tomb.  (For them!!)
Relics found—compass, steering wheel, map to destiny’s gate,
Industrial Prince, Necromancer fights—no room to hesitate. 

Animal Orbs gathered—Chicken, Snoot, Burly Bear’s might,
Cardinal reveals secret items, Install Ball beams light. 
Giraffey speeds your leveling, BiPolar mauls the downed,
Rammy knocks them flat—you’re the crashers crowned. 

Hidden gags and Easter eggs, Zelda triforce, R2‑D2 on the wall,
Clown princess finale floods screen with hearts, kitties, all. 
Four-player co‑op fun: local couch or online ride,
Beat 'em up nostalgia, the knights will show you pride.

SMASH!
BASH!

Ride the crystal, rescue princess call,
Punch the wizard’s throne to fragments, see his empire fall.
Knights united, juggle hard, magic in the dash,
Join the chaos, bring your friends—we...

SMASH!
BASH!

From forest caves to lava’s blazing roar,
Collect pets, power spells, unlock secrets others ignore.
Puff your armor and it's charm, we're ready to crash
Chaos reigns and laughter reigns—this is Smash and Bash!

From Home Castle’s start to the Wizard’s final duel,
Battles with the Painter, Water cats and Fencer pool. 
You grind to level ninety-nine, insane mode locked in sight,
Unlock Hatty, Blacksmith knight—theatre and hammer unite. 

Ride the crystal home through barren wasteland trail,
Finally return to castle kisses—clown prank seals the tale. 
Have a beer with your friends as credits roll at last,
Raise your sword, tune the beat—The Castle crashed it fast!

SMASH!
BASH!

Ride the crystal, rescue princess call,
Punch the wizard’s throne to fragments, see his empire fall.
Knights united, juggle hard, magic in the dash,
Join the chaos, bring your friends—we...

SMASH!
BASH!

From forest caves to lava’s blazing roar,
Collect pets, power spells, unlock secrets others ignore.
Puff your armor and it's charm, we're ready to crash
Chaos reigns and laughter reigns—this is Smash and Bash!

Smash… crash… bash…
You've finally won, party up!

Smash and Bash - Castle Crashers [Bonus Track]

/// LETRA ///
Me dieron la nada y un eco que arde...
un cuerpo sin tumba, sin alma ni carne...
En piedra me alzaron, altar de traición...
y el Vació se convirtió en mi sangre… y mi prisión.

Fui un niño sin nombre, sin padres ni suerte,
un pacto sellado con voces de muerte.
Los ojos vacíos, los huesos al sol,
me alzaron al centro… del horror y el dolor.

Me hicieron eterno, testigo y umbral,
sin dioses ni credo, ni bien ni moral.
Marcado en lo hondo, con fuego y dolor,
yo vi el primer crimen… y el último error.

Las marcas que ofrezco no piden perdón,
son llaves que abren su propia prisión.
Tú eliges el filo, yo solo observo,
soy sombra del todo, reflejo del verbo.

No soy redención ni soy castigo,
soy la voz que suena cuando hablas contigo.
El eco que habita detrás de tu piel,
el juicio sin rostro, la forma sin hiel.

No soy tu destino ni tu salvación,
ni buitre, ni santo, ni redención.
Soy solo el hueco que deja poder,
cuando no hay nadie... que quiera volver.

Vi a Daud matar con esa cuchilla,
a Billie vagar con la culpa por silla.
Corvo en su furia, Emily en duda,
y el mundo temblando bajo mi ayuda.

Ofrezco el abismo envuelto en caricia,
un don que condena, que embriaga, que envicia.
No ordeno caminos, no trazo el final,
te doy la semilla... y nace el mal.

Me culpan de todo...de sangre, de ruina,
como si el destino fuera mi espina.
Pero elige la herida quien busca poder,
yo solo pregunto: ¿Qué vas a hacer?

No soy redención ni soy castigo,
soy la voz que suena cuando hablas contigo.
El eco que habita detrás de tu piel,
el juicio sin rostro, la forma sin hiel.

No soy tu destino ni tu salvación,
ni buitre, ni santo, ni redención.
Soy solo el hueco que deja poder,
cuando no hay nadie... que quiera volver.

Billie me busca es su decisión,
quiere matarme... o una salvación.
Y tiembla el Vacío por primera vez,
si muero, se apaga su última tez.

¿Volver a ser carne? ¿Dormir para siempre?
¿Ser fin o principio? ¿Ser sombra o ente?
Quizás ya no importe, quizás sí lo sé,
quizás el Vacío... también tiene fe.

No fui elegido, fui un instrumento,
fui un niño sin tiempo, sin poder tener aliento.
Ahora decides qué va a pasar,
si el dios cae por fin... o aprende a llorar.

No soy redención ni soy castigo,
soy la voz que suena cuando hablas contigo.
El eco que habita detrás de tu piel,
el juicio sin rostro, la forma sin hiel.

No soy tu destino ni tu salvación,
ni buitre, ni santo, ni redención.
Soy solo el hueco que deja poder,
cuando no hay nadie... que quiera volver.

Fui una voz sin nombre,
Fui una grieta y un puente.
Cruzaste mi sombra...
y todo fue diferente...

Culto en Imagen - The Outsider/El Forastero

Ai song maker just for fun. Lyrics by me, most of the time :P

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