Idioma Origen:
In utopian freedom, they rise their flags
So proud with blood running from their hands
Blood of the innocent and the weak
An empire built by bricks of flesh and bones
Of flesh and bones!
Over foundations of lies and achievements of war!
War!
The largest cities of soulless blinded creatures
Breeding machines without will, without reason
In fairytales, they live lonely meaningless existences
By stolen the history of mankind
The wrote their own distorted story
A story of violence and rivers
Of misery and blood
Breeding fire their gun machines scream!
Bullet cases falling as human coffins piled
The skullcrushing monsters advance
Over the corpses that their dark army leaves
Seems like an unstoppable force
From the very pits of hell!
I think I hear their coming… beware!
Idioma Destino:
In utopian freedom, they rise their flags
So proud with blood running from their hands
Blood of the innocent and the weak
An empire built by bricks of flesh and bones
Of flesh and bones!
Over foundations of lies and achievements of war!
War!
The largest cities of soulless blinded creatures
Breeding machines without will, without reason
In fairytales, they live lonely meaningless existences
By stolen the history of mankind
The wrote their own distorted story
A story of violence and rivers
Of misery and blood
Breeding fire their gun machines scream!
Bullet cases falling as human coffins piled
The skullcrushing monsters advance
Over the corpses that their dark army leaves
Seems like an unstoppable force
From the very pits of hell!
I think I hear their coming… beware!