[Osiris Di Castro/Leonel Valdez/Mario Linhares]



Hear the drums, trumpets and fifes

The sound emanated advice us it's time

Our swords and our shields are urging for blood

And our enemies will scream in their gore



We are guided by thy hands, victory lies ahead

Blood will pay our deeds

Tonight we'll celebrate



We don't know what's wrong, what's right

We keep on obeying the calling of fight

These bodies on fields are carpets for us

And they encourages us to keep up the strike



We'll never stop 'till the last man is dead

And their widow's wail sounds as a lullaby tone

Because all this havoc just make us delight

And the screams of wimps just make us strong



We are guided by thy hands, victory lies ahead

Blood will pay our deeds

Tonight we'll celebrate



In the dark we march breathless

The future will teach you we are fearless

Your blame is to die a horrible death

And we'll take charge to put it in path



We'll never stop 'till the last man is dead

And their widow's wail sounds as a lullaby tone

Because all this havoc just make us delight

And the screams of wimps just make us strong