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The sun is lowering, sad, in the county.

The way for the destiny seems a desert.

Too for a long time the agony has lasted.

The hour draws near, the hour of the sentence.

Without more fears draw near to the death.

Your dreams have become dark nightmares.

But they don't do more fear, they are your!

The silence is a strange, a strange care.

[Chorus:] Your life will be the price of what you have done.

Fight cause pain and dizziness for the own ideal.

Only the pitchfork will wake up again your senses

and you will count your breaths.

Suddenly hate the cry of the convicts

that they ask pardon for their mistakes

but they don't know how to die with impudence.

Their terror is endless.

You are on the gibbet, you look at the nothing

your tired mind is not shinier, but now,

now you think that everything is lost,

The curtain descends, the show has finished.

[Chorus:] From the horizon the salvation draws near,

your brothers come for carry you the liberty.

They have prepared the Mission, the Siege to the gibbet

They have saved you still, but there won't be a next time!

the Siege to the gibbet

the Siege to the gibbet

the Siege to the gibbet