A regiment without a banner
Is born in blood
The pipe of war
The musket and its song
Fire! And the bullets waltz
To the rhythm of the corpses
That collapse, strewing on the ground
The banner of vengeance
War paintings
Of blood and tears
Water today
With their clamor
The roots of time
The tree of justice
Flare of the homeland
O soon t will float
The fleur-de-lys
Charivari in the night
Where the agony resonates
The murmur of the cannons
And the breath of the blaze
The one emerges from the flames
The reaper, and his drum
Cracks the wind with its momentum
Pierces the flesh and breaks the bones
Patriots, into battle!
And when death steals our brothers
The earth fertilized with their blood

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN