Bienvenidos a Degüelto

Welcome to slaughterland, welcome
The city of empty stomachs
Welcome with what you have on
To the clandestine exile
Welcome to slaughterland, welcome
The entrance sign makes it clear
That no state ever ruled us
Come and consider yourself screwed, well-deserved homage
To the relentless struggle of so many years
Approach broken more than torn
To the greatest of carnivals
Where we enjoy sharpening the knives
Awakening dormant vomits
Stone by stone working as pawns
With our hands we keep digging
Burrows where the wounds heal
From the street fights we start.