1. AMÉRICA

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Una lucha sin tregua es su corazón
Cada latido es el sonido
De la artillería disparando sin cesar
El velo de la derrota está siempre presente
Pero el anhelo de una victoria
Lo mantiene firme y en pie de guerra
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Independencia, motivo y fin
Lucha sin cuartel, vencer o morir
América unida en una proclamación
Un grito de autodeterminación
[Chorus]
América, tierra de gracia,
Y abundancia
Belleza endógena
Sabiduría indígena
Aztecas, chibchas,
Caribes, mayas, incas
Latinoamérica, hija de clamores
Madre de libertadores
[Chorus]
América – bernardo o higgins
América – josé de san martín
América – antonio josé de sucre
América – francisco de miranda
Simón bolívar
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Una esperanza de armonía inspira su pasión
Cada río transporta el sedimento
Futura alfarería construyendo sin parar
El delta en las fronteras del progreso permanente
Para que el triunfo sea una sola gloria
Una sola nación y una sola lengua
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Acuerdo entre hermanos
Es el sueño panamericano
Mandamiento de paz y prosperidad
El cual debemos respetar
[Chorus]
América, tierra de gracia,
Y abundancia
Belleza endógena
Sabiduría indígena
Aztecas, chibchas,
Caribes, mayas, incas
Latinoamérica, hija de clamores
Madre de libertadores
[Chorus]
América – atahualpa
América – guacaipuro
América – cuatemoc
América – gerónimo

[Verse 1]
Héroes caídos por una que otra traición
Orgullo raído de cuna que ya se extinguió
Próceres amados de una que otra nación
Americanismo, cultura de sacrificio y valor
[Verse 2]
Miro los hermanos caídos
En los panteones honrados
Bajas lamentables
Nunca serán olvidados
Pero el día a día exige sacrificios
Y si la recompensa es una expresión
Una pequeña alegría es una victoria más
Contra la tristeza y el desamor
[Verse 3]
Luchemos y no desfallezcas en la contienda
Quiero ver tu sonrisa de triunfo al final
Lo que hoy puede parecernos una fantasía,
En nuestros corazones se hará realidad

[Solo Félix Molina]

América, tierra de gracia,
Y abundancia
Belleza endógena
Sabiduría indígena
Aztecas, chibchas,
Caribes, mayas, incas
Latinoamérica, hija de clamores
Madre de libertadores
[Chorus]
América – josé maría morelos
América – josé martí
América – paula de santander
América – santa cruz
Simón bolívar


2. THE CROW BREEDER

Once a blooming marvel
Of meadows, plains and hills
She walked on misty sandals
So perfect, silk by sill

Beacon of salvaging light
Mother of generous womb
She meant nurture in life
And in death, a sheltering tomb

[Chorus:]
Then came a race creatures
That spread without control
Misshaping all of her features
To suit their hasty stroll
Humans their name
Inhuman their deeds
With no trace of shame
They shattered her peace

They burned her arms for fire
Her heart they dug for oil
Blinded by greedy desire
They tainted her sacred soil

For aeons she suffered in silence
The damage her children had wrought
Taunted by human defiance
She couldn’t take anymore

[Bridge 1]
Burned out, in pain and heartbroken
Our mother reached her swan song
Mankind through actions has spoken
Matricide is the word on its tongue

[Bridge 2]
Ill and contorted in curls
With meadows and hills now destroyed
Black and motionless she swirls
Into the damp, endless void


3. KING OF IMMORTALITY

I am king of ephira
Rule with iron fist
I want to live forever
To reach the immortality
The gods condemn us
To a life of suffering
Pleasures and joy are limited
And usual we die in agony

I am the craftiest of the men
I am king of my own reality
I deceit, i betray, i kill
I am king of brutality
I cheat men and gods for my own benefit
I am king of immorality
I am the craftiest of the men
I am king of immortality

[Solo Félix Molina]
[Solo Orlando Cordero]

I tell it to the river god where is about
His daughter egina kidnapped by zeus
In return for made a spring to flow
In the corinthians acropolis

Zeus sends thanatos for me in revenge for denounce him
With asopus. I deceived him and chain him and no one could die
Anymore. Ares was bothered because no one could die
Liberates thanatos and drove me to hades
Of which also escapes by means of deceits

[Bass Solo Johan Rodríguez]
[Solo Félix Molina]

I am sysiphus
I been punished by the gods
To push a stone over the hill
For just that to see it rotates hill below
I achieved the immortality
My task don’t had end
Eternal deception
And forever tiredness

I am the craftiest of the men
I am king of my own reality
I deceit, i betray, i kill
I am king of brutality
I cheat men and gods for my own benefit
I am king of immorality
I am the craftiest of the men
I am king of immortality


4. FROZEN DAGGERS

Thoughts plagued by recollections
Of tears, laughs, times bygone
I look back and trace deception
Thread on its root so long

No one knows when the rain began to fall
No one knows when it died
No one thought this time would ever come
I was definitely blind. Your eyes like frozen daggers

Miles roamed in long dreams
All through a path now unknown
Turned out dreams were just dreams
Seems i’ve not reaped what i’ve sown

No one knows when the rain began to fall
No one knows when it died
No one thought this time would ever come
I was definitely blind. Your eyes like frozen daggers

Your eyes like frozen daggers
Perspective is lost of what matters

Truth unfolds leaving thoughts plagued by doubt
In the end truth is more than one’s able to bear
I have opened my eyes.
It finally takes its toll today’s headlines you can read
Our wills inevitably fall
Prey for an undenied deceit

[Solo Orlando Cordero]

It’s the end of the road, though painful
It’s the end of our start
It’s the step forward on the edge
No more will i be blind

Your eyes like frozen daggers
Pierce and force the cold in
Perspective is lost of what matters
Slaying the warmth deep within

There´s no word, no sound and no mantra
To keep us from falling apart
What once was pure joy at the start
Has now become victim and torturer.

Your eyes like frozen daggers
Pierce and force the cold in
Perspective is lost of what matters
Slaying the warmth deep within

[Solo Orlando Cordero]
[Solo Bertrand Cape]

No one knows when the rain began to fall
No one knows when it died
No one thought this time would ever come
I was definitely blind. Your eyes like frozen daggers


5. EL AMULETO DEL CONQUISTADOR

Traído por los misioneros
Heraldos de la civilización
Para crear prisioneros,
Un nuevo mundo de inquisición.
Con mensajes pordioseros
Adoctrinada seducción

Bautismo, eucaristía
Aceptación de dios
Genocidio, apostasía
Violación y corrupción.
Tortura, instrumento
Para el acto de sumisión.
Locura, desplazamientos
A campos de concentración (misiones)

Siente la luz de la cristiandad
Acéptala o descansa en paz

Se abrieron con falsa justicia
Los sangrientos brazos de la religión
Amparados tras su milicia
América de ídolos se tiñó
Fingir piedad no encubrió su codicia
Y el pueblo aborigen se rebeló

Bautismo, rapto
De creencias e imposición
Genocidio, pacto
Entre la iglesia y la invasión
Tortura, sacramento
Para el acto de comunión.
Locura, infierno
En sitios de conversión (iglesias)

Siente el poder de la cristiandad
Rechazarlo es la verdadera libertad

[Chorus]
El amuleto del conquistador
Muerte en forma de cruz (crucifixión)
Símbolo de destrucción
Excusa de salvación, signo de esclavitud

[Solo Félix Molina]
[Solo Orlando Cordero]

[Verse]
El resultado de la transculturización
Las bendiciones son:
Incertidumbre, violencia y condena
Cuando la muerte es la única solución
Las opciones son:
Servidumbre o resistencia indígena

[Chorus]

El amuleto del conquistador
Muerte en forma de cruz (crucifixión)
Símbolo de destrucción
Excusa de salvación, signo de esclavitud
El amuleto del conquistador
Adorno de tumbas, la cruz (aniquilación)
Icono de devastación,
Insignia de religión, cristo de esclavitud


6. CARTHAGO DELENDA EST
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Smoke and ashes behind me
I travel leaving charred souls
My own soul is a burnt spirit
An exterminated civilization

[Chorus]
Cato says: ceterum censeo
Carthaginem esse delendam
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Dialogues was ineffective
In fact it never existed
Swords, shields, spears and helmets
They were arguments of the debate

[Chorus]
Cato says: ceterum censeo
Carthaginem esse delendam

[Bridge 1]
Tears of those days
Only were the preludes
From the rain of pain
That then fell upon us
A storm that slowly grew
From an imprecise point of the time
Until sweeping with force
The bases of one community
If somebody had survived
They would have remembered with great pain
But only the spread rocks
Are the silent witnesses of the genocide

[Bridge 2]
A country of merchants and peoples free
Our home was the mediterranean sea
Trade is our most powerful battleship
I don't beg for our lives
I fight for myself, my wife and my son
Heirs of the phoenician civilization
Bringer of a pacific colonization
With freedom and peace build a nation
You want to erase us from the face of the world
Prepare yourself for the hell of war

[Bridge 3]
Intense fire that consumed everything
Houses, ships, human bodies
The children of the next generation
Their only option was to disappear

[Soli Félix Molina]
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For that reason cry, cry for the glory
The glory that we conquer
And i was forced to obtain
A sadness that won't be ephemeral
[Chorus]
Cato says: ceterum censeo
Carthaginem esse delendam

[Ending Chorus]
Cartago must be erase
From the face of world
Besides i say the opinion that
Cartago must be destroy


7. REBUILD THE PAST

Thoughts collide, dreams pass by
Fate can be so cruel
You crawl inside, and choke a cry,
Hiding from a pounding truth.
What took years in the making
Seems now feeble and frail
Your whole world is now shaking
Future’s now just a trail.

What now? You ask - which is the path?
Retrace your steps - rebuild the past
Go back to square - pick up your stride
Reclaim you share - rebuild the past

Miles away, death astray
Called the shots for you
Pulled your strings, crushed your dreams
Ruled by strange voodoo.
Forced by reckless confusion
You sold your here and your now
For just two coins of seclusion
Leaving you filled with doubt.

So what now? You ask - which is the path?
Retrace your steps - rebuild the past
Go back to square - pick up your stride
Reclaim you share - rebuild the past

[Solo Félix Molina]

Clear head, held up high
Ready to pass things through
You revive the will to fight
And let your true self shine through
What took days for the breaking
Can be put back into place
Fate is yours for the taking
Not a prey to be chased.

[Solo Orlando Cordero]

So what now? You ask - which is the path?
Retrace your steps - rebuild the past
Go back to square - pick up your stride
Reclaim you share - rebuild the past


8. SACRIFICE

I miss that my absurd thoughts
Settle in your incongruous dreams,
Burn your nightmares with my fire.
And flood your world with my tears

You are not a god; neither am i your everything,
You will never be the owner of the world.
In the mire your inert pride lies
You are not a god; neither am i your everything,
You will never be the owner of the world.
As if i was king of your temple lost in the mud

They are those unworthy feelings
Sadness, hate, grief that i admit,
Subsequent to the remaining rubble:
The little you left behind they seize.

You are not a god; neither am i your everything,
You will never be the owner of the world.
In the mire your inert pride lies
You are not a god; neither am i your everything,
You will never be the owner of the world.
As if i was king of your temple lost in the mud

It was not that night of weatherbeaten sky
When everything happened,
A storm of lost times it was later
When the worst thing happened

A cloudy future where to live in eternal rain
Is better than dying in past memories.
A life full of smiles is sacrificed
For those who want to please other beings.

[Solo Félix Molina]
[Solo Orlando Cordero]

You don't break the paradigm of other people's desires to satisfy
Suffering the masochism in flesh and blood
Where seeing the suffering you proclaim to want
Is not more than vile sadism. It`s our sacrifice.

You are not a god; neither am i your everything,
You will never be the owner of the world.
In the mire your inert pride lies
You are not a god; neither am i your everything,
You will never be the owner of the world.
As if i was king of your temple lost in the mud


9. BRING FORTH THY WRATH

Fear is once again born
From the sight of an ashen cloud
Eyes on the heights
Scrutinize the bout
Light and darkness
Make the skies their battleground
Higher powers claim
This earth as theirs to pound.

Death by water, death by sand,
Death by winds, by shaking grounds
Death by insects, death by storm
Death by leeches, death by worms

Earthquakes, floods, devoiding blows
Leave none but food for feasting crows
Amid the grief the wise one knows
Is time to reap what mankind sows.

Death by water, death by sand,
Death by winds, by shaking grounds
Death by insects, death by storm
Death by leeches, death by worms

(in) humankind, breathing hell on every corner of the earth
Nature calls for support, to reciprocate the attack
What a perfect coalition. Sleep now tight
And await demise. Bring forth thy wrath

[Solo Félix Molina]

For now you face no mortal foe
No minds to seed for fear to grow
A grieving mother now up rises
Prepare to cope a global crisis
Tonantzin, pachamama,
Hou tu, mother gaia
Bring forth thy wrath
And take back thy land.

Death by water, death by sand,
Death by winds, by shaking grounds
Death by insects, death by storm
Death by leeches, death by worms


10. THE GOLDSMITH

The goldsmith has died
His works survive him.
The shine of his metal
Still smile, cry and scream.
His legacy resonates in our throats,
Harmonic devices
Pulled up of the death and the destruction
Guide a life of dreams and sounds.

The flattening of the emotions,
Perennial quest,
Story to tell,
Forgotten past.
They are only some immortal titles
Added to a cosmic collection
Fused thousand times
In the forges of the real.

The reality is brutal
And the brutality is death.

Death and control were his children,
And of the fruits of his creation
We delight with jewels of perfection,
Jewels loaded with feelings,
Death and control were his children
Melodic and grandiose gems,
Works that testify
The sound of the perseverance.

Even in the death the creator doesn't die,
We taste his truth
And we see like others before him,
For us he is past
A story to tell: we shall tell it.

[Solo Félix Molina]

He precedes us in the longest journey,
His curiosity is innate,
His imagination
Won't have limits now,
The spiritual notes
Accompanied him
In his metal crusade.
Guiding a life of battles and sounds

In that immense
Cosmic sea
He will look
For vacant planets
Where his music is ignored
Showing the voice of the soul
To all the individual
Thoughts patterns.
The reality is brutal
And the brutality is death.

The final destiny is not the end,
When the flesh and the power it holds
The art of this fragile existence
Reveals the necessity of a sacred serenity
The closed wounds
Expose the importance of our innocence
A high that can never
Be bought or sold.

Even in the death the creator doesn't die,
We taste his truth
And we see like others before him,
For us he is past
A story to tell: we shall tell it.


11. OUROBOROS

Eyesight caught upon a marvelous blend
Of snow, lone tundra, mist and trails
Dysrhythmic patterns, carved through ages
By thunderous winds, water and stone

Parched beyond what meets the eye
Faceless figures swirl their countless limbs
With haunting ritualistic sway,
Reviving the motionless miasma.

The cold barren landscape greets uneasy
A misty grin of frozen lakes
Estranged from man-made blind illusions
It welcomes the voyager with goodbyes

Roaming over solid seas and nodulous ambients

Wandering, relentlessly dwelling over crusted liquid
On a cyclic journey, constant, uroboric
Chasing the scent of a long lost essence
Like hounds in the wild, stubbornly striving
Running from a predestined fate
Yet, in spite of the meticulous labor
The outcome of this sisyphean endeavor repeats
With ceremonial thrift, the serpent eats its tail…once again.

[Solo Félix Molina]

Sensorial detachment, mind’s astray
Wintry whispers caress the ears, in waves,
Persuading in forlorn tongues, decaying,
Converting into archaic, delusional slang.

In occam’s blade, most simple ways
Embody truth, completion, life
In minimalistic shades, this landscape bears
Perfection, parsimony, eternal return.

Pursuing the inconceivable, amidst the fog
Another cycle approaches omega
Preserving deeds, karmic, ever returning
Alpha is now reborn.

Roaming over solid seas and nodulous ambients