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....