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