Morir De Pie

Like a storm that clouds
Reality
Market of dreams of happiness

You've deceived us, now everyone
Must fight
White sands stained with blood
Without mercy
And in the mountain, the
Shelter of death
The land of my people, no one will
Violate

And if you don't want to live
On your knees
Are you ready to battle!!!
And if you don't fight, and don't want to die
Your children will lose their freedom

There’s no killer or inquisitor that

Can put an end
To our customs and
Way of life

I don’t want to hear about your
Evangelization
I don’t know about Christ, nor about
Crucifixion
I only know about fighting day by day to
Live
And in the sun and the rain, the
Reason for my existence

Blood will run
Through the mountains of pain
Yes!!! Rivers of blood
And the glow of fire