Purple death - Letra

(Letra y música por Franco Olivera)

Runaway from the battlefields,
walking through the forest for days.
I'm exhausted!, I'm starving!
dead bodies and pestilence left behind.

I still have my finger on the trigger,
far away from bullets and blazes.
In the distance, I can see,
A camp surrounded by vultures and shallow graves.

Life! it's a pain!
I'm tired of mankind, I'm tired of God.
There is no escape!
The choke, the agony, the purple death.

This place is some kind of hell,
mothers and children waiting for death.
I close my eyes, I'm hearing the prayers,
a new ruthless killer, much better than man!