Wind Of War
You are afraid of the wind
Of the wind of war
Because black it is the earth
And great it is the complaint
You are afraid of the sky
Some sky and of the thunders
And of those immense legions
Of the black mantle
You are afraid of the faces
Covered by makeup
By now they have already died
Foolish poor man
You are afraid to wait
To die or to rejoice
Of a glory without sense
For a filthy escape
Your sword doesn't betray you
Your heart continues to beat
And to say you that you have to fight
Even if the fog is thickened
It is not die for glory
It doesn't rejoice for who die
But who die with honor
Has won the war!
Viento de Guerra
Temes al viento
Al viento de guerra
Porque negro es la tierra
Y grande es la queja
Temes al cielo
Algun cielo y a los truenos
Y a esas inmensas legiones
Del manto negro
Temes a los rostros
Cubiertos de maquillaje
Ya han muerto
Pobre tonto
Temes esperar
Morir o alegrarte
Por una gloria sin sentido
Por una sucia escapatoria
Tu espada no te traiciona
Tu corazón sigue latiendo
Y te dice que debes luchar
Aunque la niebla se espese
No es morir por la gloria
No alegrarse por quien muere
Pero quien muere con honor
¡Ha ganado la guerra!