Alma

Pieces on the table, deeply printed the game
Profound has been the emergence, and extraordinary the duel
Leftover are deserted dreams, worn-out wills
Uncertain nights and days, stagnant anxieties
A ray came from above for my people's hope
Some say the knight wins the horse he reaches
To live, it takes carrying the soul pledged
I will raise my arms and extend my palms up

Great is the spirit that the wind manifests
Clear is the domain of the heart towards the head
New is the stage and new is the battle
Old is the hunger and old is the rage that erupts

Unique is the reason for our resistance
Starting from scratch is a blessing and a penance
One wins by being part of the reaction and history
Then it is necessary to lose only to achieve glory

Time and time again, thanking for the opportunity
I deliver my soul daily between hell and heaven
Time and time again, tears towards the ground
Now, as they say, commanding and obeying

Passion over strength, flight over the head
When one's own flesh burns, nature reigns
Great is the tribe, also unconditional
The rest is fed up, looking for opportunity

An impulse from below reminds me of the reason
Courage from within reminds me that I am alive
Many others like me, one single movement
Dead facts supposed, passing and lamenting

Strong and definitive, that scream is heard
Destiny is engraved, the attempt is written
Arduous is the task, and legitimate the position
If one adds to the cause, to that number I bet

That diary would be the most demanding
Sweat and dedication, the most desired incentive
Mortal are the travelers, and all are gone
Endless efforts and so much will

Time and time again, thanking for the opportunity
I deliver my soul daily between hell and heaven
Time and time again, tears towards the ground
Now, as they say, commanding and obeying

Just tell me straight if you're gonna bail on me
We're here to serve you, friend of friends
Just look at me straight if you're gonna step aside
We're here to follow you, we come so on point

Time and time again, thanking for the opportunity
I deliver my soul daily between hell and heaven
Time and time again, tears towards the ground
Now, as they say, commanding and obeying