Storytelling: In the old Capital of Fayah a fanatical organization seized power from the state. The noblest rebels of the resistance face the control of the villains who enslave the people. The Raku is one of the last warriors standing and is forced to fight to the end... Lyrics: I breathe with my forehead high every time i get up In the capital Fayah! I break the chains that bind me! Nobody knocks me down if I meditate, I forgive the actions of this world that have become a crime I transmute the verse in which I dwell Unveil the veil of the ego in my ritual and this infinite game They enjoy their caviar, others fight for bread Thousands hungry for justice no one will stop them m*** your hunger for fame will not do My hunger for peace of mind no one will step on If I knock them down, and knock them out of this world Bad vibes come out of me that I already chose My other course, and point we go overboard Sweating the fat drop, inspiration overflows Look at your cause in the cause of the heart without pause the road devours my brothers, and it is clear, there is no other way, so don't fuck around Get out of your comfort zone Overcome your fears, don't hurt yourself, no more Repair your damage my dude, look you don't have bail From the confidence of privilege assume your shadow that does not rest negotiate that you were educated to repeat blindly Release the shit so that you heal from what hurts you here And everything that hurts is released, my friend To be able to love and hate what is obvious too How to accuse capital of abusing with so much law The opium of the people has a face of faith I breathe with my forehead high every time i get up In the capital Fayah! I break the chains that bind me! I breathe with my forehead high every time i get up In the capital Fayah! I break the chains that bind me! As a child I breathe the sonnet of a captivity That does not stop living in each of my dreams I break the chains and veins of toxic steel Inside a system that makes you feel illogical Monoxide of clear lies that fall daily Signs of an unclear path of insomnia Chimeras of drowned and abused immigrants there are borders that for centuries and centuries have been raised Neither flowers nor stones nor blows nor burns Words endure cultures of farces and men My heart hurts thinking about these wars Words that are not worth a penny, I'm not satisfied Nothing to understand much to feel Throbbing your strength has no end Decide to be, see, what is reflected in others and leave With firm step, indomitable spirit at last And everything that hurts is released, my friend To be able to love and hate what is obvious too How to accuse capital of abusing with so much law The opium of the people has a face of faith The opium of the people has a face of faith The opium of the people has a face of faith I breathe with my forehead high every time i get up In da capital Fayah! I break the chains that bind me! I breathe with my forehead high every time i get up In da capital Fayah! I break the chains that bind me!
@leandrovaldes79132 жыл бұрын
El odio del pueblo tiene rostro de fe Meo corte compañerooo
@luisytriago85952 жыл бұрын
Excelente broth. Vamos para arriba. 😁👍🎉🎊
@sPARk108Ling2 жыл бұрын
Buen tema y Buen Video. Saludos desde algún lugar de Pudahuel :)
@JoePikeadelic2 жыл бұрын
FIRE BOOM 💥
@virnas26592 жыл бұрын
genial, me encanto la producción, les quedo perfect 😄👏👏👏