The people from our land has lived under fear Military madness financed by the empire. The masters of those times, with their stars and uniforms Had never face the trials for the horror they performed
Torturers/walking free No retribution/impunity Celebrating injustice/laughing of our despair Crimes without answer/truth vanished into thin air
Atrocities! those who fought were never found!
In the south of continent There's a history written in blood A tyranny that never ends The power is still on their domain
The authority regime's a living monstrosity Their privilege system feed (our) animosity As we see sadists get away with murder And repression are still heavy our shoulders
We won't forget, won't forgive You'll be finished someday And we will be there, awaiting your end To spit on your grave!
