Vísperas de Destrucción

From the east come four horsemen,
they are messengers of hatred and death.
They are terror, brothers, relentless war,
that will cruelly drag wounded by their hands.

Lifeless bodies of those who were once their brothers.
You carry the grudge of a gun
because you don't know that hatred is
the seed of destruction.

Your god has everything, you have nothing,
but nevertheless, you can already kill.
Virtue to be inhumane, well done brother!
Furious fanatic, who can in a second.

While you talk about freedom, you destroy the world.
You carry the grudge of a gun
because you don't know that hatred is
seeds of destruction.

(Only)

The world dug its grave, it has gone crazy,
man is not respected, the vote is not respected.
You hate your neighbor while praying to God,
dead bodies float in the river that Christ baptized.

By day against war, knives after the sun.
You carry the grudge of a gun
because you don't know that hatred is
the seed of destruction.

Storms in the north and south of Spain,
black fear, white treachery.
Look at the world, brother, and think a little,
to be free is not to be crazy, to be just is not to be strong.

Defend your freedom to the death.
You carry the grudge of a gun
because you don't know that hatred is
the seed of destruction.
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