Translation of the song lyrics Morir por Nada - Alquimia

Morir por Nada (original)

Llora tu herida, agota lágrimas de sal,
no te quedan mas gotas de sangre.
Pedir clemencia al odio no te servirá,
es quien ensorda la maldad…
Afronta el final, esperabas ayuda
y jamas nadie vendrá.
Muere por nada, sacia su sed de mal.
Negra su alma, también llegará su final.
Mancha su espada, jamas volverá a brillar.
Almas privadas de vida en libertad…
Eres la esencia de su ira irracional,
tu miedo el germen del odio.
No hay clemencia, jamas habrá piedad,
siente placer con tu dolor.
Se acerca el final, esperabas ayuda
y quizás hoy la tendrás.
Muere por nada, sacia su sed de mal.
Negra su alma, también llegará su final.
Mancha su espada, jamas volverá a brillar.
Almas privadas de vida en libertad…
(SOLO)
Se acerca el final, esperabas ayuda
y quizás hoy la tendrás.
Muere por nada, sacia su sed de mal.
Negra su alma, también llegará su final.
Mancha su espada, jamas volverá a brillar.
Almas privadas de vida en libertad…
Muere por nada, sacia su sed de mal.
Negra su alma, también llegará su final.
Mancha su espada, jamas volverá a brillar.
Almas privadas…

Morir por Nada (translation)

Cry your wound, exhaust tears of salt,
you have no more drops of blood.
Asking for mercy to hate will not help you,
He is the one who deafens evil...
Face the end, you expected help
and no one will ever come.
He dies for nothing, quenches his thirst for evil.
Black his soul from him, his end will also come.
Stain his sword, it will never shine again.
Souls deprived of life in freedom…
You are the essence of his irrational anger,
your fear the germ of hate.
There is no mercy, there will never be mercy,
feel pleasure with your pain.
The end is near, you expected help
and maybe today you will have it.
He dies for nothing, quenches his thirst for evil.
Black his soul, his end will also come.
Stain his sword, it will never shine again.
Souls deprived of life in freedom…
(ONLY)
The end is near, you expected help
and maybe today you will have it.
He dies for nothing, quenches his thirst for evil.
Black his soul, his end will also come.
Stain his sword, it will never shine again.
Souls deprived of life in freedom…
He dies for nothing, quenches his thirst for evil.
Black his soul, his end will also come.
Stain his sword, it will never shine again.
Private souls…