Even turn the lights on in the world
Knowing that the storm would take
His tribe condemned already the white man's tragic end

His resurrection is next

Dying in vain
That will demolish all those who cross your path
But the truth is too disturbing and perhaps annoying
Dying in vain
Bringing up hell fire that recited the jew
Knowing that the master did not expect to pass in front

There never came to tell us who was at fault
About the evil we have done good to sinners
Without knowing what had really happened

His resurrection is next

Dying in vain
That will demolish all those who cross your path
But the truth is too disturbing and perhaps annoying
Dying in vain
Bringing up hell fire that recited the jew
Knowing that the master did not expect to pass in front

Misfortunes are in death persiguindo
Morgue is where your body will get dirty

Now do you think won
His son of a bitch will pay me
In heaven or hell

Down the blood that poured myself
On their backs are broken trail of terror

Dying in vain
That will demolish all those who cross your path
But the truth is too disturbing and perhaps annoying
Dying in vain
Bringing up hell fire that recited the jew
Knowing that the master did not expect to pass in front