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!