I am the one who make a new word to be hard
I am the diamond carved in pain
Warriors don’t born from the gods
They come from the men’s angry
I am the hand who hurt the vanity
I am the Mars destiny

Cell organisms have feeding me
They give me strength to defeat the enemy
I am the storm’s fury
Dancing over the arrogance
Reflecting our cry for freedom
Through the arms of resistance

If I couldn’t escape from the darkest night
Without being afraid of danger
If I couldn’t get out of the cave
Is like living without justice