Marcha fúnebre

The shadow approaches, cold as death
Footsteps echo on the cold ground
The lament of the living, a distant echo
The end, the end, the end is inevitable
Darkness swallows, without mercy
We walk toward eternity
The flames of hell or the absolute nothingness
There is no salvation, only death remains
March into the abyss, no return, no end
An eternal cycle of pain and suffering
The flesh decays, the spirit fades
Nothing remains, only the void
The earth sucks life, relentless and cold
The weight of time, a gray tombstone
The march continues, incessant, brutal
We all march, we all fall, we all die
In the eternal darkness, we are all the same
No name, no face, just dust
The echo of the march, the sound of death
A symphony of the end, eternal and cruel