Cuando La Muerte Se Viste De Gloria
Nostra Morte
When Death Dresses in Glory
Where the valleys and hills are bathed in fears coming from the sea
Where dreams are silenced, bullets and fire steal freedom
Where in the land and the mountains a tiger hides ready to fight
The thunders call death, glory, and blood dress a grand finale
Stories turned into legends
Myths turned into reality
Gods calling for war
To the heroes who dwell in the darkness
Even if chains of steel bury the sky and stop my walk
Even if the thunders of lightning snatch my life spitting metal
Even if tyrant chieftains want to take away the wind and rain
With my machete in hand, at the voice of my people, I will manage to liberate
The torches will burn in a march towards eternity
The cannons will roar echoing throughout Nayar
They say they're coming for you
They're not afraid to die
They say they don't fall fighting
They're demons seeking your end
Stories turned into legends
Myths turned into reality
Men dressed in death
When the drums sound, they won't be able to stop them
Stories turned into legends
Myths turned into reality
Gods calling for war
To the heroes who dwell in the darkness
Today
There's no lament or tragedy
In seeking the greatness
That they shall not take away
Today
There are no fears or sorrows
And the glory in my veins
Has managed to reach me
