Revolutionary Cells Lyrics

The hauling of jackals and hounds
On his throat my father has a smile
And I, firstborn
Turned to my brothers and sisters

Pieds noirs, third generation
The possession of land is mind - fuck
Born on this soil after recoil
The war has begun

Revolutionary cells
Terrorism, torture squads, execution
Revolutionary cells
Copy paste, copy paste 'till nothing is left

Slaughterhouse of freedom
War of indipendence
National liberation front
Prepare for bombing

Acts of increased violence
Thousands of deaths
Exodus
My live given defend our cause