It will arrive the day When the legs didn't sustain We’ll remember the old friends In the end of each cruzade Always in the combined day We met and drink at the night We are as young with a thousand sights And together always fight We are the ones until the end Watching the first sunshines Now we are running for the source While they say that we died We’ll take the conquest for our homelands The weapons it ended but we’ll look for more We’ll show that everything we can destroy And no matter how much someone want our fall Oh... words don’t hurt our pride And we still play our song... heavy one! Music and glory outside We are on the losers' blood Through the field ride the hymn of the fight Intoned by the ladies to smile Soldiers of metal arise And an eagle gets off the sky With holy sight that now is the time To begin the return’s march Oh... words don’t hurt our pride And we still play our song... heavy one!