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DESOLATED BATTLEFIELDS

I came to my village

and all my identity it is lost.

Death pain and destruction

Carried by the vultures of the cross.



Will,  honour  and respect....

Envenomed by  Christian lies.

Honor, strength and glory

They are all next to die

What has happened?...

My family is death...

Houses are in fire

The ground is crimson red

I walk against the wind in this desolated battlefield

I cry and I  scream, someday they will pay for all of this

Father!

 I can hear you

crying

 for our land.

Everything is lost

Now our banner is ash

I see the thunderbolt

while the sky turns black

Dragging the blood of this fields

Like a sacred river it flows

I walk against the wind in this desolated battlefield

I cry and I scream, someday they will pay for all of this

I sink my hands

in this land,

my fatherland

will be cleaned with my tears.

....Vengeance....

....My sword is thirsty of your blood....