Consagração do Guerreiro

In the empire of Mundurukania, calling the peoples to the ritual
In the empire of Mundurukania, calling the peoples to the ritual

Preparation, initiation, body painting for your story
Preparation, initiation, body painting for your story
In the pursuit of glory, armed with a spear in hand, the Munduruku follows

It is your destiny to face fear
It is your path to become a warrior
Carry courage within your chest
Anger guides you in your gaze
Predestined to consecrate yourself
In the seven ambushes you will face

The waterfall of fire
In the fierce attack of the piranhas
The pain of the tucandiras' stingers
Screams in the cave of the spirits
Blood on the alligator beach
In the jaguar's den
Through the snake's nest
Through the seven storms you will pass

I am Paikcé, the people call, the people want me
I am Paikcé, the people call, the people want me

On my knees, wounded with the mark of the Moon
I resist

To receive from the shaman's hands, the Paikcé trophy
You are decorated as the new warrior
The Marupiara

I am Paikcé, the people call, the people want me
I am Paikcé, the people call, the people want me