| I´m the chosen one to walk with the dead,
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| although I don´t know it,
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| each midnight I go to my datewith souls,
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| to guide them to someone´s home,
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| and they´ll announce him his dead.
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| I lead the procession,
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| bearing death´s standard,
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| the souls are following me,
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| with candles made of deceased bones,
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| walking through lonely paths,
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| stopping in earth rrosing,
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| until we reach our destiny.
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| Ended our travel,
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| The «Compaña"enters the hause of the next deceased,
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| leaving a candle that will be picked up the following nigth,
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| meaning the unarvoidable end.
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| I´m the chosen one the walk with the dead.
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| Although I don´t know it,
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| I guide them to someone´s home,
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| to announce him that he soom won´t be alive.
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| I offer this suffering to anyone who comes across me,
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| until someone accepts.
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| I´ll carry this curse till the end of my days |