“Los Tres Mundos” plunges us into a surreal, almost cinematic ritual where the listener’s body is symbolically thrown into the sea, fire, and soil. Each element is summoned by the mysterious “three skies, three winds, three suns” that Black Hate chants about. The song paints apocalyptic scenes—black-hole gravity, flaming remains, liquid holograms screaming underwater—to show how chaos doesn’t just destroy, it re-shapes. Picture an ancient Mesoamerican myth meeting modern sci-fi: primal forces rip away mediocrity so something purer can be born.
What does it all mean? Black Hate is calling for the death of blind, stagnant systems (“dioses ciegos”) and the birth of a new order. The “three worlds” echo timeless trinities—heaven, earth, underworld; past, present, future; birth, life, death—suggesting that every realm must collapse for true transformation. By feeding flames with our “restos” and letting the cosmic black hole recycle everything, the song urges us to embrace chaos as the ultimate creative spark. It’s a dark yet empowering anthem: smash the old, confront fear, and let the universe rebuild something extraordinary from the ashes.