Now call amongst the ruins of this empty dream With their borders and boots on top of us Pulling out on the floor of their toxic metropolis But how you gonna get what you need to get? The Gaina's blood drenched, get offensive like Tet The fifth sun sets, get back, proclaim The spirit of Quasimodo, alive and untamed Now face the fog, now blasting out your speaker One to one, fire, Mexica They want your game, they're trying to steal your name But now you've got a gun And this is for the people of the shore It's coming back around again This is for the people of the shore Yeah, never forget that The whip stacked your back Your spine cracked, but you're back Oh, I'm the barbarian man A pack slashing on through the verses Brigades attacking cast, brutal power like Curtis Troops dripping soot, shots in red vests See the blood of the dead, corpses to resist From the era of terror, check this photo lens Not a city of angels, nothing yet to cleanse Face the fog, now blasting out your speaker One to one, fire, Mexica They want your game, they're trying to steal your name But now you've got a gun This is for the people of the shore It's coming back around again This is for the people of the shore It's coming back around again Yeah, it's coming back around again This is for the people of the shore It's coming back around again It's coming back around again This is for the people of the shore This is coming back around again This is for the people of the shore It's coming back around It's coming back around