The dreams of war are the seeds of great battles There are no songs that replace the shrill sound Of the steel in confrontation Screams of pain and hate Killer looks resolute and slaughterers Like vultures of war! Homicide battles are like a tournament Without deadlocks or deserters Thus they will elect among the evil warriors The most powerful ones They will align the armies of the black general All mercenaries, evil only Warriors of the victory on The greatest sacred and profane war That will dethrone the impostor And will leave no wounded; only dead ones