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.