El Finix Antrax

Well marked, solid chest
Fighting is power, a barrier of steel
Strong arms, certainty & courage
Good reflexes with a serious face
Concrete wall, blood warrior
Nicknamed the Finix, he’s in the battle
Well camouflaged & sometimes in black
No fixing him now, he’s infected with anthrax

It's been a while, he earned trust
The affection of the kid & his godfather
He wasn’t baptized with water
It was with trust, he earned prestige
Stained red, the war ain't holy
Learned about weapons with the Chinese command
Rifles, grenades, 5.7s, the horns & the R
His best friend

Attached to the young commander
Serving his life & dying to defend him
Well equipped for combat
The mission is clear, no mistakes or excuses
To his comrades, finally there’s a lesson
War tactics, keys, and objectives
By his commanding voice, people get riled
When the Finix burns, he does it with style

When he goes out to fight, he transforms
Everything in his vest molds to his body
He clears out whatever gets in his way
They call him sergeant, also black cat
Falling doesn’t matter, the boss comes first
The fist of the gangsters doesn’t scare him
He goes against the crowd, the plan is to buy time
There are 5 reasons that justify the risk

He’s action-packed but not a kamikaze
Because he’s fierce, he has a long beard
He’s got a buzz cut but doesn’t wear a turban
Just a crew that he commands himself
He knows how to take risks, defend the turf
Take them down up close and also from afar
Not one survives, no one escapes
He’s a good example of all the Antrax

The good man has earned it well
Deserved all the great respect
In war, he’s fully activated
He commits to the work, actions speak
Courage is something he’s already got ingrained
Like in skulls, reflecting death
The Finix is the breed of the kid & the "M"
The Finix, an Antrax from the virus of the "R"