Back from the fight

We fought through several years,

Looking for our honor

In the hands of our enemies.

We’ve lost ourselves in the despair

Until find out that we’ve lost in our victory.

The blood of the man is still in our hands,

Our cruelty was clear in the moment of our death.

We regret for our misery as well as the others,

We did everything we could to show them

How weak was our strength.

We came back home, with bloody swords in our hands

And with the cheers of a great people

We realized how foolish we were.

To follow a man who was thrown in a fight

That wasn’t even his.

By the honor we’ve got in the battlefield,

We decided to declare peace,

Against our ruler's will,

We established peace

With a king’s head on our walls.

Gabriel Vitor Tortejada