La Rebelión de los Desgraciados
Luzbel
The Rebellion of the Unfortunate
They got tired of waiting
The resurrection of the dead
They buried the myth of Carlos Marx
They vomit on everything that is capitalism
They no longer let themselves be deceived
They are seen wandering the streets
Authentic ghosts of desolation
They bring their soul naked from hunger
The revolution did not do them justice
Rebellion, rebellion,
Rebellion of the unfortunate
They have received an eternity of lies
They cannot understand the book of heaven
They lost the vocation for paradise
They don't care to be reborn
Rebellion, rebellion,
Rebellion of the unfortunate
They will collect with blood the injustice
They grew as much as their resentment
They lost the fear of life
They will be kings of the new generation
Rebellion, rebellion,
Rebellion of the unfortunate
