I swore lies and I go on alone
I take on the sins

The winds of the north do not move windmills
And all that's left for me is just a moan

My life, my dead
My crooked paths
My Latin blood
My captive soul

I broke treaties, betrayed the rites
I broke the spear, I threw into space
A scream, a vent

And what matters to me is not being defeated
My life, my dead
My crooked paths
My Latin blood

Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, uh, uh

My Latin blood

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