The caracu's carcass is my armour
Hear my triumphant roar
My chariot's horses are ready to trample
Of whom shall I be afraid?
Mace and sword are my vision lines
All the days of my life
Though an army besiege me
My morning star is ready to strike
The faces of the foe

Unbowed, I ride in the pit of the rotten blood
My four black horses neighing, galloping
And smelling the swept dust off the cowards
Come to me, try me!
Where there'll be weeping and gnashing of teeth

Your bones and skin are suffering
Your soul is in deep, deep despair
Among the dead, no one proclaims your name
Overwhelmed with shame and anguish
Your bones and skin are suffering
Your soul is in deep, deep despair
Among the dead, no one proclaims your name
Overwhelmed with shame and anguish

Unbeaten, I command the masses
Exultant, raising my blade
The Sun salutes my scabbard
The Moon states bye to you