Glory and honor
Gush out in blood
The false heroism
Predominate
Fight does not have way
If god is with who
Wins who is with the dead parents and children?
Suicidal interests
Echo in the shout of war
The destruction is eminent
Its blown up head is the smile of the old baton
Calls peace the flag of truce
Bathed the blood
The death is its accountant pushed to the war shout...

Its weapons draw
Run without stopping
Kill for the native land
The chaos are its toy
Its death will arrive at the war shout

Your insolence is maintained
Blind people in mind
Not see their true motives
And the false in the cry grow louder.