Borned in disgrace
Unknown parents
destroyed hopes
of better days
Without future
With an obscure past
seeking the ones
Who pulverized their lands
But in this search for vengeance
the bloodshed will soon arrise
and unfortunately you'll become
A part of this scourge
Blazing the enemy's lands
Molesting the women
Mutilating arms and legs
Just repeating the history
Following your bloodline
Spreading death, spreading greed
It's mass suicide this kind of disease
Just following the same path
of the ones who you want to destroy
Sons of history
Writing now the present
Same as their past