Centuries of dry blood we´ve been sweeping Can´t believe all this hate we are breeding Swords n´bombs, no matter how you slash them We always terminate and then we cry
Our faith in brotherhood we lost inside wars And left all behind
Fight Till Die That´s the prophecy Feeding human´s pride: Destroy "Killl thy enemies" Can´t you figure out? You are as mortal and weak as they are Kneel as stare at the ground You´re not a king to win a crown
Tell me why we´ve crawling into madness Are we here just to spread all this sadness? Mysery, pain, despair, fear and pressure Figure out: You´re in wrong directions Find
A way that´ll bring you more than I am waiting Your blood on the floor
Fight Till Die That´s the prophecy Feeding human´s pride: Destroy "Killl thy enemies" Can´t you figure out? You are as mortal and weak as they are Kneel as stare at the ground You´re not a king to win a crown
Overpowered minds surrounded by empty and blind sudits Increase men´s desire to become gods Disguised promises of evolution, freedom and justice Have pushed human against human They always pray However Preparing each others´ graves
Walking in silence through the graves of my dead young foes It seems that nothing has really changed at all
Composição: André França / Ricardo Gomes / M. Lima