Objective Number One
From a distant land
From the west or east
Your tormentor comes
By marking his territory with your odor
He becomes one of yours too
You created him at his laboratory
You armed him until the teeth
In your crib trained him
You loved him and defended him
You saw him grow
And after at the that he become
A large anchor on his conscience
But it is too late to erase his mistakes
It is already part of its history
You have put his seed to spread
You reap and chokes on what you have sown
You teased with fire
You if hurt
Your entrance door he kicks and breaks down
He invades his home
And you to him
He terrorizes his town
A reward
An ambush
In every street corner
You and he are at a crossroads
His fate
The end of him is right?
You already walked these roads
The end is near of him?
The streets are deserted
It is his war
Your inner peace
It was already
Is in the crosshairs
End of his oppressor?
Like a ticking bomb
In the uncertain time it will shatter
And you're on the wire
Of the skein that will have to disable
Do not be late
Every time is valuable
Do not stop
He is right on target
Point and shoot
He is his greater objective
Objetivo Número Uno
Desde una tierra lejana
Desde el oeste o el este
Tu torturador llega
Marcando su territorio con tu olor
Él se convierte también en uno de los tuyos
Lo creaste en su laboratorio
Lo armaste hasta los dientes
En tu cuna lo entrenaste
Lo amaste y lo defendiste
Lo viste crecer
Y después de eso se convirtió
En un gran ancla en su conciencia
Pero es demasiado tarde para borrar sus errores
Ya es parte de su historia
Has puesto su semilla para esparcirse
Cosechas y te ahogas en lo que has sembrado
Jugaste con fuego
Te lastimaste
Él patea y derriba tu puerta de entrada
Él invade tu hogar
Y tú a él
Él aterroriza tu pueblo
Una recompensa
Una emboscada
En cada esquina
Tú y él están en una encrucijada
Su destino
¿El fin de él está cerca?
Ya has caminado por estos caminos
¿El fin está cerca para él?
Las calles están desiertas
Es su guerra
Tu paz interior
Ya no existe
Está en la mira
¿El fin de su opresor?
Como una bomba de tiempo
En un tiempo incierto explotará
Y estás en la cuerda floja
De la madeja que tendrás que desactivar
No te retrases
Cada momento es valioso
No te detengas
Él está en el blanco
Apunta y dispara
Él es tu mayor objetivo