Long dead souls taken by brutal affliction
Removed from existence by suicidal hands
Just walking corpses waiting extinction
Now only in spirit they traverse the lands

Mindless soldiers standing strong
They chant the prayer de la muerte

I pray for thee
Won’t you come home to me?
Before you see
All the suffering to be

The time has come, my lord decided
Take one look at your merciful king
Find the place the pain resided
And pray not for such material things

Gaze into the faces you once knew
They chant the prayer de la muerte

I pray for thee
Won’t you come home to me?
Before you see
All the suffering to be

And when I am surrounded by darkness
You will be my light
Rejoicing in prayer together
Before I smother you

Loyal servants of the propaganda
Chant for your new king!

I pray for thee
Won’t you come home to me?
Before you see
All the suffering to be

Grant us this wish today
Give us strength to obey
Courage so we can’t betray
In this your name we pray