Masacre - Battlefields lyrics

My own sadness I saw the way how they died In their beds full of anguish Your hands are tied Violent men have k**ed People before My eyes, no more!!! Next to me rivers of blood Flooding fields of this country I mourn for this Reality, crude rage These are wounds in My soul, no more!!! Used up the nation's resources These ones raping the others Thousand bullets buzzing by Ma**acred in battlefields We're picking up from the ground Human bones, ashes, bodies Battlefields