Sangre Por Perdon

You shall not lie, nor bear false witness

My body has been condemned
The devout religion has incriminated me
For having committed the supposed sin
Of never accepting their God
Love to judge and stain my soul
I know you fear cutting my neck
Delirious pleasure, dirty animal
In hell, there is less evil

I don't care to know the taste
Of my own blood
In death, I find less pain
Being intolerant

What gives you the right to boast?
That I am crazy and you are not?
That I am weird and you are normal?
That you are good and I am evil?
Do you think to judge me?
And brag about total forgiveness?
I can curse, but not pray
Greed foreign to my will

They may burn my skin, but they will not cage my soul
I will never be a follower of a religion that invokes a God with such harsh bowels!
Who was not able to forgive even his own son!

You accuse me of being a Satanist without knowing the roots of your own Faith
I demand: Swallow your lies!
Vulgar Profane! Inhuman being

You have confused praying with judging
In delirious dreams
Infamous Faithful, bloodthirsty thirst quenched
Lover of the massacre

I carry everything with me
Remember death
I hate the profane crowd and I shun them