Brindo Con Sangre
Los Buitres de Culiacán Sinaloa
Toast With Blood
Suffered a lot because of some damn dogs
And their last name doesn't matter
Because they're already in hell
They massacred my family and left me for dead
Four entered my house while we were having dinner
They shot my parents
And saw me crying
They raped my sisters and shot me
I never saw so much blood, the red stayed there
I saw them celebrating, because they had killed
The worst of their enemies
But their luck was changing
Twenty years have passed, the mafia sheltered me
I swore to avenge my parents, with the Lord's forgiveness
Those damn dogs will suffer what I saw as a child
First, I took their children, and left them a letter
Reminding them of the moment when I cried as a child
I cut everyone's veins and toasted with their blood
I started to like blood, I took them two by two
I cut their intestines
And threw them to the dogs
What they boasted about and what I cut myself
It's not that I'm inhuman or that I lost faith
May God in heaven forgive what I achieved
And may God have in heaven the family I avenged
With this, I bid farewell, and may God be ahead
I started killing early
And now I have to endure
And now, to be happy
I have to toast with blood.