Raza De Traidores

I'm going to kill! It's hard to answer
And swear again, today I believe in nothing
Looking back, I see the reality, everyone is guilty
This time their despicable souls will haunt me
They will try to assume that everything is fine
Compassionate and fraternal, almost humanitarian
Unforgettable facts that I can't contain
No one to blame who tears their clothes

Today their miserable society condemns me
Their bellies already inflamed with hatred
And they negotiate my integrity

Other peoples resist
Their history of pain
Microscopic worms
That wouldn't even lift a blade of grass
And would tell the sun itself
That they set it on fire with their hands

Tired of stealing in their own way
This is the country that doesn't condemn

Tired of stealing, full of ambition
Human mass, impure plebeians
They will keep their fortune
From their heroes and all that garbage
That destroys their mission

I'm going to kill! It's hard to answer
And swear again, today I believe in nothing
Looking back, I see the reality, everyone is guilty
This time despicable souls will haunt me