Death Always Comes Too Late Lyrics

Stolen childood forbidden gardens,
interrupted games invincible powers.
Between the walls unexpected figures,
white masked but black in their soul.
Poor infants without powers,
poor infants without sustain.
They will rebel against abuses
grow strong soldiers,
will burn the robes,
will rape the torturers.
Revenge will be long and agonizing,
death will always come too late
They think and plot,
when they will have the strenght,
when they will march
on this rotten earth,
free men witour morals nor goods