Chained

encadear

Chained, chained, they chained meEncadear, encadear, encadeeime
And they didn’t want to set me freeE non me quixen desencadear
Chained, chained, they chained meEncadear, encadear, encadeeime
And they didn’t want to set me freeE non me quixen desencadear

Chained, chained, they chained meEncadear, encadear, encadeeime
And they didn’t want to set me freeE non me quixen desencadear
Chained, chained, they chained meEncadear, encadear, encadeeime
I paint my lips with the blood from my handsPíntome os beizos coa sangue das mans

And it will be torture, it will be yoursE tortura será, túa será
It will be torture, it will be yoursTortura será, túa será
It will be torture, it will be yoursTortura será, túa será
It will be torture, it will be yoursTortura será, túa será

The rite of that nightO rito daquela noite
Awoke the hungry birds of preyEspertou aves rapaces
Eager to feedCon ansia de alimentarse
But they will die of hungerPero morrerán coa fame

The rite of that nightO rito daquela noite
Uncovered all the namesDestapou todos os nomes
That signed with loveQue firmaban con amores
Ties of nails and sicklesLazos de cravos e fouces

The rite of that nightO rito daquela noite
Condemned the playersCondenou aos xogadores
Apparent winnersAparentes gañadores
Left without the aceQuedan sen o ás

The song will beO cantar será
Death without a knifeMorte sen puñal

We know the evilCoñecemos o mal
We prefer to give you peacePreferimos darvos a paz

Chained, chained, they chained meEncadear, encadear, encadeeime
And they didn’t want to set me freeE non me quixen desencadear
Chained, chained, they chained meEncadear, encadear, encadeeime
And they didn’t want to set me freeE non me quixen desencadear

Chained, chained, they chained meEncadear, encadear, encadeeime
And they didn’t want to set me freeE non me quixen desencadear
Chained, chained, they chained meEncadear, encadear, encadeeime
I paint my lips with the blood from my handsPíntome os beizos coa sangue das mans

With the blood from my handsCoa sangue das mans
With the blood from my handsCoa sangue das mans

Chained, chained, they chained meEncadear, encadear, encadeeime
And they didn’t want to set me freeE non me quixen desencadear
Chained, chained, they chained meEncadear, encadear, encadeeime
And they didn’t want to set me freeE non me quixen desencadear

Chained, chained, they chained meEncadear, encadear, encadeeime
And they didn’t want to set me freeE non me quixen desencadear
Chained, chained, they chained meEncadear, encadear, encadeeime
I paint my lips with the blood from my handsPíntome os beizos coa sangue das mans