Manos Que Estrechan Planes De Muerte Y Sometimiento (Hands Embracing Death And Submission Plans) Songtext

Placing your money in front of anybody's life you don't even need more.
Even if you want to live 2000 years.
Closing frontiers for your comfort, if you smell something like popular protest then you smash it with the brutality of your forces of order created by your own protection.
You can't trick me.
What you call progress is only a bunch of steps descending to destruction little by little.
Order follows chaos.
Chaos follows order.
The faces of the power are hidden one behind the other and its hands are embracing death and submission plans.
You can't trick me.
After chaos order will come.