the pride of mourning meager tree
can stands in the destoryer storms, so grim
but I can not to standing in life
the life reveals myself reflections
so I am a mortal, so life
everlasting murderer of brain
so be dead or like Dead !
so live by painful damnations of life
the living by pride is only for the meager trees
I call you be dead, you can be that meagre tree
standing in storms, who knows the secrets of nature
who knows the naturalism reflections of life

warriors i don't call you to war
I call you just to showing the power of our legion
marching in their skies
and looking to their hatred humanity
to their madding nazarene and mohammedan
even to their god
so be dead warrior like a meagre tree
for a mournful marching on their skies of sin
for looking to their nature or life
so we can living by pride in our mournful darkness
we can following the way against the storms of humanity
and we can march, side by side
against the life