The battle

Walking through the rooms of the mind

The eternal rest of the winners of the battle

Hope rises with the rise of the nation

And dies only for the wrists of the weak

Take your sword and go to war

With the hearts of lions and poisonous snakes

The horses rush to the fields of blood

Where redemption is only a matter of choice

Brave warrior, fight and disarm

Raise your hands to the more impressive sky

Remember the ones who were waiting

Take them on the tip of your spear

Armor-plated by the sweat of battle

Divide your life with whom you share the same hazard

The gods of victory, the promise of harder

And the enemies, the oaths of death

The pain must be forgotten

Muffled by the smile of the imagination

Times of peace with loved ones

Brave warrior, fight and disarm

Raise your hands to the sky more impressive

Remember the ones who were waiting

Load them on the tip of your spear

For the glory, the honor of the lineage

For the love of stories devoted

For the freedom of the beasts chained

By force of all the warriors

When you feel the breeze on his face tired

You know you will come to an end

Then again mount

And the survivors will lead the path of faith.