Before having existed, everything was forgotten
Blood was dried, and wind mixed with ashes
Since hundred generatons they had told us a tale
Of freedom, dignity, and pride
But inside me, thoughts got like blast
Were this souls in forment, that they told me

Anything matters, because all is made of lies...
For liars who pretend
Who pretend be heroes
But just they were filthy
Filthy assassins
The architects of
Of our misery (Destiny)

Wake up of this
Of this lethargy
You won't believe, most on false promises
The moment is now, to build our story
Because indiference is such as a knife
That it could
Could cut us
Could cut is till death
Don't forget it, never forget it, in the lifetime all is...
Always in the lifetime all is posible, trust in me