a una extraña noche de piedra

This is a strange fascination, fits no pagane superstition
Under the glass, the paces stepping away from oblivion.
Somewhat tainted, drifting and blindingly falling in between
Can someone decypher the true form of its throne? My spleen

At the very fathom of its nature is hanging down an explanation,
Feel free to ask what you can consider the legitimate question.
Roaring off into unknown lands of waste, for a small lapse of space,
After thorough circumvention...You are forgotten, still, in daze

Bothersome disease, that one coming from a novel pestilence,
Obliged to be passed down on to the weakest link in essence.
Loiter around the artificial paradises he ultimately eschew,
Left behind whence the everlasting doom he couldn't withdrew

Pertaining to a different age, an age of dusk, and dim and shades,
Reflects the light in the opposite direction, when the stream fades.
Insight makes no mistake, frightful passage from wit to grim
Conceding oneself the bitter taste of taking from a sweet grin.