Song | Boiling Blood |
Artist | Hocico |
Album | Sangre Hirviente |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
"Que tienes tú, eh?" | |
Gods were watching in the distance | |
The killing of their sons | |
They heard their desperate screams | |
Crying, they knew the time had come | |
Hundreds of years ago | |
False men came in their boats | |
They tried to kill our knowledge and creed | |
They won, but they spread our seed | |
Blood still courses through our hearts | |
Blood still courses through our minds | |
Our memories were written in blood | |
We still believe our glory will return | |
Boiling blood in our veins | |
Burn our painful past | |
Boiling blood | |
We should turn them to dust | |
We are the boling blood coursing though our race | |
There's nothing to regret we feel the ancient grace | |
They killed our world, but they couldn't kill our force | |
Gods protect us this time, come save us, we are your sons |
" Que tienes tu, eh?" | |
Gods were watching in the distance | |
The killing of their sons | |
They heard their desperate screams | |
Crying, they knew the time had come | |
Hundreds of years ago | |
False men came in their boats | |
They tried to kill our knowledge and creed | |
They won, but they spread our seed | |
Blood still courses through our hearts | |
Blood still courses through our minds | |
Our memories were written in blood | |
We still believe our glory will return | |
Boiling blood in our veins | |
Burn our painful past | |
Boiling blood | |
We should turn them to dust | |
We are the boling blood coursing though our race | |
There' s nothing to regret we feel the ancient grace | |
They killed our world, but they couldn' t kill our force | |
Gods protect us this time, come save us, we are your sons |
" Que tienes tú, eh?" | |
Gods were watching in the distance | |
The killing of their sons | |
They heard their desperate screams | |
Crying, they knew the time had come | |
Hundreds of years ago | |
False men came in their boats | |
They tried to kill our knowledge and creed | |
They won, but they spread our seed | |
Blood still courses through our hearts | |
Blood still courses through our minds | |
Our memories were written in blood | |
We still believe our glory will return | |
Boiling blood in our veins | |
Burn our painful past | |
Boiling blood | |
We should turn them to dust | |
We are the boling blood coursing though our race | |
There' s nothing to regret we feel the ancient grace | |
They killed our world, but they couldn' t kill our force | |
Gods protect us this time, come save us, we are your sons |