Grito de Libertad
Jezabel
Cry of Freedom
Under the yoke of the empire a man rose up
for the blood, that his people, shed by the invader.
By his word he was, along with his creed, a source of inspiration,
his name grew tempered by fire, brave heart.
To the clans he showed his honor, ignoring the power,
he marched firmly after his ideal: to break the chains.
His victories preceded him until betrayal
stabbed his back with cowardice, prey to ambition.
Finally surrendered, he was condemned, accepted his sentence.
Neither torture, nor injustice broke his courage.
With his last breath, to a dying king,
he gave his eternal cry of freedom, without begging or yielding.
"Like time, I will persist, I am an echo in the wind, I will continue"
