Immortal

Blood my ritual the flame

Reincarnates the evil

The hill flowers at last

The horde reborn in the basement of kings

Sore the wounds inheritance of the slave

The limbo of souls

He dies through hatred reborn through war

He walks through the fire and retakes what is his

Immortal

Immortal

Immortal

Immortal

The feet on the ground

The pain the whip the red soil

Dagger in hand the slave is reborn

The quilombo stands up

Immortal

Immortal

Immortal

Immortal

There is no triumph if the victory was given

There is no conquest in a war without battle

Only the grain the scum the scraps

The slave rise up and the empire will die

The dreams brought by dawn

Will not vanish even in death

From the ground which peace is aimed

Hell is here too eyes open wide

The fists raise up will be reborn

Declare war the servants against the world will be reborn

Every morning brings our heritage of struggle

Inglorious victory in the mud of the street

Death darkness time the cure

The slave rises up and the empire will die

Immortal

Immortal

Immortal

Immortal those who remain loyal immortal

Those who remain loyal immortal

Those who remain loyal immortal

Those who remain loyal immortal