Cacería

I was born in another time of cruel hunting,
Of witches and heretics they will accuse.
And there will be more punishment for those who discover
And inform their people what the truth is.

And in those fields, freedom fought,
Where it struck the kingdom with rage.

With green horses, they trampled ideas,
Burning the books that make you think.
And using traitors, they raised arms,
Cutting the flesh of freedom.

And the great empire smiled once more,
Shadows climbing reality.

The screams are heard in the darkness
Of those who cry out from beyond
For the injustice they had to suffer
In the ages of humanity.

But in the fields, the firelight
Of some brotherhood will always shine
That with their blood will want to nourish
Freedom.

The hero's son will have vengeance,
Honoring the blood that conceived him.
Blind justice will say on its scale
That an eye for an eye is God's punishment.

And that battle you will see, will continue
Between light and darkness...
That battle... will continue...
That battle... will continue.