Wearing leather, carrying guns and knives
Roaming the hinterlands seeking money and revenge
With their peixeiras, torturing, cutting throats
Para-belo prepare for war
Spreading fear
Living on the move
Village after village
Violence and blood
If you have to kill
Kill them quickly
Kill a thousand is just like killing one
It’s been claimed they killed a thousand men
Rape, extortion, terror, fighting the police
But pray and reverenced the church and all the priests
Show no mercy, prepare for war
Spreading fear
Living on the move
Village after village
Violence and blood
If you have to kill
Kill them quickly
Kill a thousand is just like killing one
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