Mentalidad Enferma

They call me a sick maniac... sick I am in the head
Don't try to play me, 'cause I'll destroy you on the spot

They call me a sick maniac, sick I am in the head
Don't try to play me, 'cause I'll destroy you on the spot
My horn looks at me and trembles, I react immediately.

I consider myself crazy, with a violent mentality
Sickness in my veins, making my mind spin
I get active, I go all out, and people wake up dead.

I have a pact with the devil, he has passed on his power to me
To massacre anyone, all and sundry
I rise, torture, and kill, I enjoy seeing them fall.

Music.
Blood runs through my hands when I slit throats
High-level torture, burns, extortion
I'm an effective bloodthirsty, the number 1, gentlemen.

I bring the convoy very active, commanded by death
Following it in caravans, demons cornered
How beautiful, immortal, high-ranking killers

Valor gives you power and power gives you wealth
I have those three, adding up to a great sum
That's why I'll keep active, gutting more heads.