The night falls,
The silence is broken,
With the swing of the trees.
Leaves falling by the blow of the strong wind.
Amidst figures and mirrages,
Next to a fire (set on the ground),
Warriors sharpen their swords,
Preparing to fight,
Over stones and hot coal.

May the forest and the night
Take refuge for this army,
Which by dawn
Will leave to the termination of those
Who oppose to the moral and the truth
With betrayal and falsehood.

We will spare only
Who follow our commandment:
"respect for those who respect us!"

If they are against our people
Blood must be shed.
May the strongones survive
And may the weakones die.