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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ashed Winter
Ashed Winter
Künstler:in
Lucas Viaud
Lucas Viaud
Schlagzeug
Lana Perrard
Lana Perrard
Rhythmusgitarre
Nicolas Jullien
Nicolas Jullien
Gitarre
Kévin Grare
Kévin Grare
Stimme und Gesang
Grégory Barbero
Grégory Barbero
Bass
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Lucas Viaud
Lucas Viaud
Komponist:in
Lana Perrard
Lana Perrard
Komponist:in
Nicolas Jullien
Nicolas Jullien
Komponist:in
Kévin Grare
Kévin Grare
Komponist:in
Grégory Barbero
Grégory Barbero
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Lucas Viaud
Lucas Viaud
Produzent:in
Lana Perrard
Lana Perrard
Produzent:in
Nicolas Jullien
Nicolas Jullien
Produzent:in
Kévin Grare
Kévin Grare
Produzent:in
Grégory Barbero
Grégory Barbero
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Cursed be you tupiniquim, i hate you
My son is dying in my arms by your fault'
How dare you slaughtering a young man
Fresh out of the hand of the gods
(Of the gods)
I'll make you pay at the cost of your lives
In the name of our supreme god tupi-guarani tupan
We'll scrap your skin like a pig
We'll debone your limbs
Your anus clogged by a spit
Our wives will dance around the fire
Our sons will eat your hot brain
I'll drink your blood to take your strength
I'll eat your adrenal gland
To fly to the stars with the gods
To fly to the stars with the gods
You who came into my land to kill, I will pursue you
Mine will come to rape your family with pleasure
Under my violence and my desire for revenge
You will be given to my gods and my tribe
And my tribe
We will eat your flesh and eat your bones
From this we will give fear and humiliation to yours
We'll scrap your skin like a pig
We'll debone your limbs
Your anus clogged by a spit
Our wives will dance around the fire
Our sons will eat your hot brain
I'll drink your blood to take your strength
I'll eat your adrenal gland
To fly to the stars with the gods
To fly to the stars with the gods
We'll open your dismembered trunk and
We'll scrap your skin like a pig
We'll debone your limbs
Your anus clogged by a spit
Our wives will dance around the fire
Our sons will eat your hot brain
I'll drink your blood to take your strength
We'll scrap your skin like a pig
We'll debone your limbs
Your anus clogged by a spit
Our wives will dance around the fire
Our sons will eat your hot brain
I'll drink your blood to take your strength
I'll eat your adrenal gland
Written by: Grégory Barbero, Kévin Grare, Lana Perrard, Lucas Viaud, Nicolas Jullien
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