Victims şarkı sözleri

Victims of the present Of consequences foretold Ripe fruits of this violence Die!!! Buying weapons for our war While they talk of truce and peace So many fields are mined Die!!! Mutilated mercenaries Countrymen and peasants All of them massacred Nation, gunfire Dying of starvation Falling on bloody fields Anguish, fear, crying Ambushed soldiers Falling assassinated Daily we feel Anguish, fear, crying Mutilated mercenaries Countrymen and peasants All of them massacred Harvesting tons of cocaine Our towns are devastated All their blood spilled out in vain Gain more and more dead bodies Victims of this violence Victims of this warfare Victims of this violence Victims of this warfare [guitar solo] Victims of the present Of consequences foretold Ripe fruits of this violence Die!!! Buying weapons for our war While they talk of truce and peace So many fields are mined Die!!!