Comando Elite

Well trained, well altered
Handling weapons, also armored
They call them elite because they're good
Because warrior men never fail
Disciple with guts
Like the master's son
Caiman from the old guard
And they're people of the tough guy

Pure gunpowder quickly ignites
Clear words in a leadership position
Years of fighting, they don't stop
Long career distributing death
Fire in powerful calibers
Rolling up their sleeves to anyone
With more than 50 people
They protect and fight for their land

Quiet party if they respect him
He keeps fighting in this war
In water and also on land
But in battle, he takes down the fiercest
He's stubborn and very determined
Respected commander
Very dangerous when angry
He finishes a clean cut

Rochon supports, never fails them
Also joins the battle
Guard field, precise cannon
Cucho shoots with strong fire
Pure mp5 rifle with integrated grenade launcher
Squad and disc horn
Attacking entrenched enemies

I go firm, no matter where
With precision, the chore responds
The porki supports, second in command
He watches his back, a good backup
In the job, they don't play around
They'll have to die fighting
Pity the one who crosses their path
They tear them to pieces

A finger points firmly at his chest
And a voice speaks, and the man listens
They give the order, he fulfills with deeds
He watches and protects without much fuss
He represents a word
The one Gonzalo gave him
In case someone wants the spot
The caiman is watching over it