On the journey with your child
The righteous meets the tyrants

Sentenced to an immoral test, hit the arrow on the apple
Placed on the son's head, one shot for their lives

For not revering the flag
For not accepting the domain

A shot and a triumph, everyone exalts the victory
The apple stuck in the tree, the boy smiles in relief

For not being submissive, for loving your freedom
Trapped until the end, but fate saved him
He swam to shore, and set up the ambush

An arrow straight to the heart
It pierces, explodes and bleeds
Kill the king of blind cowards
It contains all your beliefs
Blinded by the king's promises
Terror and atrocities
Always be precise and cruel
And shout for your glory