El Teniente Fantasma

Grenades ready to detonate, Taliban-style weapon, a trained suicide,
The bombs create a crater and
Discipline to the best soldier
With a tray from hell, cunning
And talent for battle they pierce
The checkpoints and disappear
The recommended ghost lieutenant
For brave silver camo
For size in the mountains is his environment
Natural his habitat he moves
With skill, he suddenly appears

And vanishes like a mirage, arrives
Straight to the attack and the park ends, judging the living
Like a colorblind person, I see everything in
Black and white and I make no distinctions with
The look in my eye, I defend the boss from any offense
Relentlessly I watch the hill
And whoever shows up, I fight with everything
I come from hot land but now I'm people from the golden triangle.
He's traitor-proof
Technique and mastery to hunt the hare
Lieutenant of the best, the cause
Is his life and for it he dies
Camp in the mountain

Addictive and good weapons ammunition
Forged in the heat of battle
I come out with claws, just tell me where
I respect my superiors
Code of honor I learned in service
I'm not a deserter
I have condition for the same anthem
With tough training I prepare
Regiments for the battalion
But I also enter the fire
Because I accelerate when I bark

They say he appears
Protects the boss, the lord of the tuna
Melts any armor
He is a force, there's no doubt about it
Blood for blood, the rule
They look for him, they find him behind the smoke
Don't provoke the ghost because
If you find him, he'll give you a scare