Destroying everything you see Up to heaven by the hands of blood Punishing the guilty amateurs I doubt they put in their place Not see the sun come up in her eyes Poisonous snakes came Bringing the bad and the torment The danger of the final judgement The world will know later Your life is hanging by a thread Never escaped the giant hands The god who brought disgrace With him It's time to die and be buried And losers among the poor Never repeat a word that comes out of his mouth Synthesis of advertising does not bring customs faithful I hate your knocking on my door Asking for pieces of bread No regrets came to ask At the cross of suffering The world will know later Your life is hanging by a thread Never escaped the giant hands The god who brought disgrace With him Declaring war on the poor And pure in heart His pure love of mother did not come to celebrate Peace being the union All died