6 acessos
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