Cordilheira

I want to have the sensation of the mountain ranges
Collapsing on the innocent and low flowers
I want to see the procession of the suicides
Walking to death for the sake of our lives

I want to believe in the solution of the gospels
Forcing our young ones under the power of our elders
I want to read the hearts of the commanders
Condemning their soldiers for the orgy of the deceivers

I just want to be cruel naturally
And discover where evil is born and destroy its seed
I just want to be cruel naturally
And discover where evil is born and destroy its seed

I want to have the sensation of the mountain ranges
Collapsing on the innocent and low flowers
I want to be part of the legion of the great myths
Turning the youth into an army of the afflicted

I want to see the rise of Iscariots
And on Saturday a crucified Jesus on every pole
I want to read in the consecration of the banners
A phrase written in fire by the hand of god Mars

Collapsing on the flowers
Walking to death
Forcing our young ones
Condemning their soldiers
Turning the youth
A crucified Jesus
I want to have the sensation of the mountain ranges.