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