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Guerra de Culturas

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War of Cultures

In times that past they set the stone
to reach the crown conquer the throne,
pain submersed in innocent blood.
The wars of cultures in the mud
Striving for power in past days
increasing influence lead to decays.
All that's left are broken bounds
sabred down freedom's head

You took their blood
You took their souls
You took their pride
You took their children

Burning bridges between brothers
torn apart by written letters
expropriation of the unborn,
generations to the chains
Striving for power in past days
increasing influence lead to decays.
All that's left are broken bounds
sabred down freedom's head

You took their blood
You took their souls
You took their pride
You took their children

You - took their blood!

This is a call to arms - sabred down - freedom's head!

Burning bridges between brothers
torn apart by written letters
expropriation of the unborn,
generations to the chains

You - took their blood!

In times that past they set the stone
to reach the crown conquer the throne,
pain submersed in innocent blood.
The wars of cultures in the mud
Striving for power in past days
increasing influence lead to decays.
All that's left are broken bounds
sabred down freedom's head

You took their blood
You took their souls
You took their pride
You took their children

Guerra de Culturas

En tiempos pasados colocaron la piedra
para alcanzar la corona, conquistar el trono,
dolor sumergido en sangre inocente.
Las guerras de culturas en el fango
Luchando por el poder en días pasados
incrementando la influencia lleva a la decadencia.
Todo lo que queda son lazos rotos
decapitada la libertad

Tomaste su sangre
Tomaste sus almas
Tomaste su orgullo
Tomaste a sus hijos

Quemando puentes entre hermanos
divididos por cartas escritas
expropiación de los no nacidos,
generaciones a las cadenas
Luchando por el poder en días pasados
incrementando la influencia lleva a la decadencia.
Todo lo que queda son lazos rotos
decapitada la libertad

Tomaste su sangre
Tomaste sus almas
Tomaste su orgullo
Tomaste a sus hijos

¡Tú - tomaste su sangre!

¡Esto es un llamado a las armas - decapitada - la cabeza de la libertad!

Quemando puentes entre hermanos
divididos por cartas escritas
expropiación de los no nacidos,
generaciones a las cadenas

¡Tú - tomaste su sangre!

En tiempos pasados colocaron la piedra
para alcanzar la corona, conquistar el trono,
dolor sumergido en sangre inocente.
Las guerras de culturas en el fango
Luchando por el poder en días pasados
incrementando la influencia lleva a la decadencia.
Todo lo que queda son lazos rotos
decapitada la libertad

Tomaste su sangre
Tomaste sus almas
Tomaste su orgullo
Tomaste a sus hijos