Camino Sin Fin
Ars Amandi
Endless Road
Listen to what history says
It's an endless tale that never seems to end
Where crossfire brings down everything in its path
A whole city without stopping
And watching the anguish that falls upon them
Without having a solution
Where you look at the sky and see the rain
Falling nonstop
It doesn't matter, the fact is to kill
And see how people suffer for a twisted
Who only aims to win
An impossible war lost long ago
Without knowing it won't succeed
Without knowing that his hatred is everyone's hatred
But against him alone
His damn conscience will fall on him time and time again
It doesn't matter, the fact is to kill and keep on the endless road
Your hands stained with blood and power
Your absurd pleasure makes the earth
And the source of freedom tremble
Get out of there, out of that hole of insects
Where you hide
And see what you've prepared
Fields full of crosses, walls stained
Families that won't come back
To live in their land, a cursed land
Where one could once be
And now you step on false ground and they erase you from the map
And you ask why
