Perhaps you think to kill us to all?
Invading cities, submecting people
Killing the children, destroying cultures
Something of drug they want to consume
It gives them pleasure and they want to kill
The army is their life, their honor, their pride
The war is for god and for the freedom
Good excuse to kill !!!
There they comee they bring the death
We're caught there isn't where to escape
There's fire there is blood
There's fear there is chaos
There's pain there is "not life"
Where is god?
Children dead
Poor dead
Black dead
Indians dead
Old men dead
Women dead
Latin dead
We all dead
There they come they
Bring the death
We're caught there isn't
Where to escape
There's fire there is blood
There's fear there is chaos