Brutal Aggre666ion

Vivir morir clamando paz a gritos, gritos Violencia con sadismo Campesinos mutilados, masacrados Humillados al temor sobre un oscuro Estado falso Pobreza violencia Sanando nuestras heridas de guerra Muerte guerra, muerte guerra Muerte guerra, muerte guerra Gobernantes podridos sus huellas imborrables En mi carne ya nunca dejaran de sangrar Activistas campesinos en busca de la paz "La guerra es la derrota de nuestra democracia Cansada esperanza de paz Sepultada en sus putas leyes Leyes burócratas burguesas Falsas dominantes para un pueblo Solo humillado nunca preparado Alistados para la guerra" Muerte guerra, guerra Soñamos la paz Anhelando vivir en calma Entregando nuestro hijos al terror Muerte maldad Guerra destrucción muerte guerra Falsas dominantes por un pueblo masacrado Muerte guerra, muerte guerra Muerte guerra, muerte guerra Gobernantes podridos sus huellas imborrables En mi carne ya nunca dejaran de sangrar Activistas campesinos en busca de la paz [Guitar solo] Muerte guerra, muerte guerra

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Did not you how many children exploded with your bullets. Countless orphans and mutilated men with your stupid policy. Revolution how many of us have been massacred by your laws, Colombia kneels. We are the people trapped in the middle of this war, Colombia kneels. We are the ones that pay and suffer for peace. We are to live false laws, laws suffer for peace, massacre, laws government liars, democracy, laws. We long to live in harmony while supporting this glorious war. We are the people adding to the death toll. Mutilated men die by your laws. Mutilated men die by your fucking laws. Times of war, glorious death Times of war, glorious death Death... Death [Guitar solo] Mutilated men die by your laws. Mutilated men die by your fucking laws. Did not you how many children exploded with your bullets. Countless orphans and mutilated men with your stupid policy. Revolution how many of us have been massacred by your laws, Colombia kneels. We are the people trapped in the middle of this war, Colombia kneels. We are the ones that pay and suffer for peace. We are to live false laws, laws suffer for peace, massacre, laws.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Illusions of peace promised while they make fortunes of lies and peace. Their power, their richness. Full pockets, government for a few. To be born, to be crying suffer, watch them die. Cry for peace, I get mad I get blind, no more pain. Echoes of bullets sound deep marks now leave their scars. In my flesh mind and soul. People scarified their bodies exploding. Cries and pain they hunt, they kill, they die. Clean my eyes from the pain while the flesh confronts this fate with rage. Tears that fall on the ground getting wet, getting red. Dead bodies are covered by the ground that got red. Illusions of peace promised while they make fortunes of lies and peace. Their power, richness Bullets, evil bullets Bullets, Satan bullets Bulltes, evil bullets War grows every day, men kill their brothers. Fear, they run, they flee Hell before my eyes Fear, disappear Bullets, reappear Hunger becomes real Heaven burnt in this hell [Guitar solo] Those who kept silent Those who tell lies Those who survived Those who have died!!! Illusions of peace promised while they make fortunes of lies and peace Their power, their richness Full pockets, government for a few to be born, to be crying suffer, watch them die Cry for peace, I get mad I get blind, no more pain Echoes of bullets sound deep marks now leave their scars. Bullets, evil bullets Bullets, Satan bullets Bulltes, evil bullets Bullets, fucking bullets

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

These fields of blood where cries and pain destroy my soul, this taste of death This touch of fears nowhere to go This smell of war, this sight of hate Tyrant power, fragile justice Certain glory, people suffocated Certain glory, people suffocated These fields of blood where cries and pain destroy my soul, this taste of death They are coming, masqueraded They are commanding, they are imposing They have their law, they have their truth They bleed to death, fucking country War in hell, tyrant power War in hell, fragile justice War in hell, tyrant power War in hell, fragile justice They are coming, masqueraded They are commanding, they are imposing They have their law, they have their truth They bleed to death, fucking country War they kill them on the ground In front of their own sons, blood War in hell, tyrant power War in hell, fragile justice War in hell, tyrant power War in hell, fragile justice [Guitar solo] These fields of blood where cries and pain destroy my soul, this taste of death This touch of fears nowhere to go This smell of war, this sight of hate Tyrant power, fragile justice Certain glory, people suffocated Certain glory, people suffocated They are coming, masqueraded They are commanding, they are imposing They have their law, they have their truth They bleed to death, fucking country War they kill them on the ground In front of their own sons, blood War in hell, tyrant power War in hell, fragile justice War in hell, tyrant power War in hell, fragile justice

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Juraste encontrar paz dejando huellas de sangre Herederos de violencia vengando muerte de padres Rompiendo el dolor Crudeza agota el camino Oscuridad del hombre Matando unos a otros Sobre un paisaje negro de cruces donde la tierra Recibe sus semillas Renace la muerte Madre tierra abre tus fosas de nuevo a la masacre Anciana decadente Bastarda ley humana Gritos, llantos y balas Sonidos de guerra No conozco la paz Guerra e impunidad Frío clima de muerte Infame realidad Gritos, llantos penosa angustia Dolor sin esperanzas mi salvación ahora es morir [Guitar solo] Patria enloquecida, macabra somos victimas paridas Todo lo que queda esta putiada Anciana decadente Bastarda ley humana Gritos, llantos y balas Sonidos de guerra No conozco la paz Guerra e impunidad Frío clima de muerte Infame realidad Madre tierra abre tus fosas de nuevo a la masacre Llenos de dolor y rabia Masacre realidad Desolado campos de sangre Gritos cansados de llanto Colombia abatida y sufrida Sobrevives al tiempo La maldad del hombre y su frío clima de la muerte Gritos, llantos penosa angustia Dolor sin esperanza mi salvación ahora es morir Patria enloquecida macabra Somos victimas paridas Todo lo que queda esta putiada

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Satanic peace Merchants of peace Death solitude Hidden in the dark Where muted voice deafens And cries cover with blood Muted faces, mutilated at war Young men for this conflict Satanic peace agreement Plan for falsehood Victims, cirme Genocide, death Insane country deceived False laws, impunity Blood of violent victims, defeated Bitter gulp of coffee Tastes like cocaine Peace of mafias mocks at my back Defeating our people Death sums up in the deeps of earth Sowing bullets for its harvest of war Rivers go on flooding while Wind strikes desert countries With the whistle of fear Pale faces of men seem to be trapped in hell of being alive In the middle of death. Satanic peace agreement [Guitar solo] Rivers go on flooding while Wind strikes desert countries With the whistle of fear Pale faces of men seem to be trapped in hell of being alive In the middle of death. Satanic peace Merchants of peace Death solitude Hidden in the dark Where muted voice deafens And cries cover with blood Muted faces, mutilated at war Young men for this conflict Satanic peace agreement

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Nothing in our fields Rubbish in the cities Poverty, misery Religions and politics Fuck you mafias Fuck you morality Fuck you hypocrisy This fucking truth People suffer the worst tragedy Poverty in extreme conditions Frustated and miserable government Absurd laws of lies Screams of latin pain Of corrupted reality Tragedy of cries and impunity Fields devoured by fear Bullets have shut up people This country dances upon death New silence the echoes Reality death, reality death Reality death, death Tired without tears Desperated void of three coloured Wraps up flesh till dismemberment This is a perverse truth [Guitar solo] This is a perverse truth A painful reality State of drugs and death Of bullets, cries and blood Dead bodies, more dead bodies Shots in the air People disappeared, impunity, die All in the list, massacres, die, die Nothing in our fields Rubbish in the cities Poverty, misery Religions and politics Fuck you mafias Fuck you morality Fuck you hypocrisy This fucking truth People suffer the worst tragedy Poverty in extreme conditions [Guitar solo] Reality death, reality death Reality death, death

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

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Angustia, tormento Momento, silencio Vacio, infierno Condena mi guerra Nacidos en el valle de la muerte Donde tienes un doliente Balas, ecos en sus cuerpos Callaron la paz y la igualdad Angustia tormento Momento, silencio Vacio infierno Condena mi guerra Ecos, balas, gritos Demencia sin sentido, masacre Armas reventando el silencio Hombre fusilados, masacrados Con odio Ahora corre por los ríos su sangre de un pueblo fantasma Éxodo en los campos, desgracia Pobreza, miseria en las ciudades Ahora corre por los ríos la sangre de pueblos fantasmas Éxodo, desgracia en los campos Pobreza, miseria en las ciudades Ratas humanas apestas Mienten, engañas, no educas Solo muerte, guerra en los pueblos Cementerios, infierno de los cerdos Angustia, tormento Momento, silencio Vacio, infierno Condena mi guerra Nacidos en el valle de la muerte Donde tienes un doliente Balas, ecos en sus cuerpos paz, igualdad Ecos, balas, gritos Demencia sin sentido, masacre matanzas Armas reventando el silencio De hombres fusilados, masacrados [Guitar solo] Vida, terror, gritos Ecos, balas, odio, terror

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025