Dioses falsos
Arcadia Libre
False Gods
Fire!!! for all the sacrifice
And they walk around
Long weapons gods or demons
They exaggerate!!! everything moves forward
And in the jungle you can feel
The smell of death of children and women
They couldn't defend themselves
Black women raped crying in the mud
The night has fallen in Tenochtitlán
Without feeling the shadows among
The warrior night
Aztecs surrounded by silence
Blood and knives over
All of them
Bree! Bree! Bree!
Silver armors stained with blood
Steel swords rust in the air
Take me, Cueratis Cuatel
Shishi for Mauti
Enlasesi for Macuaro
In the Jorudashi Paramaltiu
Rivers of blood between shadows and sand
No one moves anymore, no crying, no sorrow
The moonlight shining in the sky
The wind is felt in silence
The smell of blood bathing the earth
The scent of bodies serving as offerings
Warrior souls shining in the sky
Your cursed souls feed the ground
Bree!
Smell of slaughter, taste of revenge
My fists rot, a thousand rivers rest
The night hears a humiliated god
A cowardly man crying like a little girl
