(Sung in Portuguese)
Without the darkness of night and with the cold ripping my flesh
Under the sky and the earth washed in red
With a breeze from the south in a battle of winter
I cry with thirst for blood to the evil that descends on this land

REF.:
And I give my soul to an eternal hatred
While I lift the head of my enemies
In a battle of winter I cry with thirst
Of blood to the evil that descends on this land

The warriors curse of a demon Christ
Lost my values to bathe my eyes
The blood of my father, the rape of my mother
I feel the fire in their bodies in rivers of death

REF.

And I give my soul to an eternal hatred
In a battle of winter I cry with thirst
Of blood to the evil that descends on this earth
While I lift the head of my enemies

All the warriors who fought and still fighting
Without homeland and without legacy; to all who serve to anyone
To all of you who do not believe themselves and not to serve false gods
To all those who struggle and seek to kill the real enemy

That the land has to my parents, brothers and warriors
That the earth save my soul and my people under a sky of revenge