Who Speaks Spanish? Colon Quesadilla کے بول

This cold floor we know too well We know too well We know too well Hearts poisoned with pride Black blood dotting our warmth Ending our contentment This place is a contorted altar A contorted altar I must seek strength from somewhere For I've reduced myself to nothing We've been here One thousand times Cold idle hands Floor-welcomed knees, knees Hello autumn, I'd die for your companionship Doubtless I stand, laying my heart into the hands of eternity Revive me doctrines (revive me doctrines) Await the day, when all our blood will wash away Await the day, when all our blood will wash away The world's balance I'm too familiar with Selfishness outweighs generosity Blindness produced By your own hands affront your face Lips bleeding with guilt Frightful little fiends Frightful little fiends If these words mean nothing Then where is the conclusion? Lyricism aside, Christ is the deduction