At night, the catrinas rise from their tombs and leave the underworld, called by Mictlantecuhtli,
paint their crosses, take their weapons, and come to our world to take the forgotten,
the wounded, the dead of the heart, walking to the underworld.
Full of insects and vermin, home to the bones of our ancestors,
the Mictlan is the house of darkness, the last resting place,
the Mictlán is the home of all.
A thousand fires burn in the region of the fleshless.
A thousand bodies smile the melancholy of the deceased.
A thousand dances around the sepulcher of the lost.
A thousand dances around the sepulcher of the lost.
At night the dead go out to dance.
CATRINA DANZ
| THE PUNK IS NOT DEAD | THE PUNK IS UNDEAD |
(2016-2018)
(2016-2018)
...Cheers for the fallen
