Los Lobos (The Wolves)

Underneath your morbid atmosphere,
The sky,
Grey,
The cold, it surrounds me.
Your voice is fading away,
Away from the pack.
Where have 당신 gone?

My lonely 심장 is crying for peace,
But my enemies' ignore it.
Nevertheless they strike hard,
Forgetting my position,
Forgetting my pleas,
And compromising my yearning for this battle to end.

Los Lobos,
They come as weapons from the soul,
Their presence cuts through your defense.
The Wolves.

Cry as 당신 will,
No-one will hear.
As soon as, The Wolves, howl,
당신 know your life is forfeit.

Don't tarry,
For 당신 will find,
That your soul,
Has been consumed.