1. KATUN

(Instrumental)


2. REGICIDE

Deny your power!

Without oblige, we opine!
Throat angry
Forces, ideas together
I am regicide
and the fog of oppression
We try to dispel the alienation

Authority!
King or premier
President or governor
Pope, Jesus and Devil
Deputy, judge and teacher
Senator and bourgeoisie
Police and doctor
Manias of hierarchies

Authority hypocrite!
Supported by mania
Of hypocrisy
Have leader is your weakness
Be afraid to guide your
Steps is your alienation
Your majesty the king
Tries moralize you again

At church...
I take the wine
And deny the sermon
I am regicide
In chess, I'm libertarian
Mocking the bishop
What advocates the king for
Having an affair with the queen

Die!

You will die!
You will die!

Deny your power
Deny my power
Leaders do not want to have
Leaders do not want to be
This decisions
I have since start
Ways for other ways
I am regicide

Regicide! Regicide!
Without oblige, we opine
We question, we scream
Regicide! Regicide!
Leader not we need have
That way go?


3. SERVANT OF TYRANNY

Serve well, is your service
I'm the lord of the entrance
You don't go to get escape!
You serve me, always will serve
You're my servant
Servant of the tyranny

Leave me enrich
After I have compassion
Day divided for three
Day divided for three eights
To sleep,to work and leisure
Twenty four hours without live
To sleep, enslave me and to remember!...
When to make up, I have to work!

Good morning! - will be?
Tinned once more
Eight hours being...
Servant of tyranny

Of twenty four
To work only four
I show you what to make!
To sleep, to enjoy and to fuck!

No longer serve well
Perhaps getting escape
And not to be also...
Servant of tyranny!

Fuck! Fuck!!!
Fuck you!!!
You are sucking
All my blood!

Motherfucker!
The blindness will leave
Wait the new fight
You will succumb

Day divided for six
I show you what to make
To sleep, to enjoy and to fuck!
To sleep, to enjoy and to fuck!

See! No longer serve well
Perhaps getting escape
And not to be also...
Servant of tyranny!


4. HATEFUL KIND

Eve of a wasted day
Future day in hank
For of a poor position
Torturer agony, daily feverish
walk odd for
Vertiginous way
Kind of a a daily hateful
Hateful is all this species

I will live for others
I will make what strongest impose me
I will walk for marked ways
I will watch all my acts
And for not be different
I will be more one
Case me in this great species
In this great hateful kind

Hateful kind
Hateful daily
Hateful values
Submission hateful
Conjuration hateful
Moulded and hateful
As a stupid...
Hateful kind

And how to leave this mould
And how to guide my steps
As a small part
Of a great flock
We live with the worst blindness
We dissimulate not to see
Pain, tears, blood and sweet swallowed
Silenced instinct

And conformed you live
Hateful kind
As a soft flock
Hateful kind
Silent persist
Hateful kind
With a so great fear
Hateful kind

Only way in your front
Brilliant instant
We look for the light with the eyes
Closed and blindfolded
Who has ear to hear
That hear!
Everything of me is hope
Everything of you is insecurity


5. YOUR SANCTITY

Poor vicar
Your eminence
Your sanctity
Your sanctity uses old words
Your sanctity refers to an emperor
And offends another religious institution

And what is the least malign?
That use the strength of the sword,
Ot that use the psychology
Of the sin?
That deny the human instinct,
Or create neurotic fanatics?
Doctrines mixed, packed
And preached. And only a objective. The your...

Power, throne and domain
Power, throne and domain
Vicarius filii dei
Vicarius filii dei

Poor dementia
Your penance
Your decadence
Denial of instinct
Invention of sin
A way placed
What that deny
The your essence

And the only christian was hung
and died on the cross
And the way of life has been forgotten
"Christianity", or any other
Institutions that ignore the instinct
Your sanctity is your decay

Power, throne and domain
Power, throne and domain
Vicarius filii dei
Vicarius filii dei


6. IN WAR

Brothers of blood
Brothers of weapons
Fight with your hands
And placing our lives
In others hands
In war!
We here heroes
And what is war?
Is the ambition of few
And the death of many
Nothing else that kill for the profit
Two sides fighting between himself
For a ideal of a leader politic
In war...
Don't exist heroes
In war

Spot of greed without scruple
War!
In war, spot of ambition
That destry, inhuman and isolates
And stagnates the future
In the fists trembling and uncontrolled
Weapos asking for clemency
For nothing can nmake
Bombs feeling shame
Of chaos of your explosion
My spotted hand of blood
I will wash with bitter tears
When to remeber that with
My controlled and guided hands
Oppressed,Pursued, imprisoned
Tortured, fainted, killed

In war! Never we were heroes!
No exist heroes
Who are we in war?
I leave this condition
I leave this mission
I abandoment with concision
Desert! Yes! Desert is
The solution in war!

Eyes containing beyond tears
Pain, deaths, images of pain
I close my eyes, darkness
Slowly they appear...
Images of deaths
Shred bodies, faces
Skin burn, melted
Everything I made, I saw, silenced me
For a leader
Faces, names, to erase and to light
Of images in war
Fight that constraint
Tomb that opens
All war was lost, another was began
War of the deserers of unjust war
To kill, values of a leader, to kill...