under my boots waves
of blood run
my comrades
they have fallen
at the mercy of a
burst of violeta
that have been riddled
to my friends
how is that usefull to me
have glory
how is that usefull to me
have glory
what else do you have to
go through so
this nightmare
armed
the war only leaves
sadness, hunger
and destruction
Who tells me there will be no worse threat?.
