Preveen Tu La Muerte

Indignant the children of the yoke
That the Iberian audacity imposed on you
Of the unjust and horrendous misfortune
That weighed fatally upon you
Holy voices to the heavens raised
Voice of noble and unparalleled oath
To avenge the bloody monster
And break that servile yoke
And if new chains are prepared
By the injustice of barbaric fate
Great Pichincha foresee your death
Of the homeland and its children in the end
Where at that moment in its deep bowels
When the tyrant exists on earth
It only treads ashes and in vain
Seeks a trace of being next to you.