(Sung in Portuguese)
In my guard
Search the blood
Of any race
Of any belief
Because everything I loved
Died and rotted
Thus try
The death of what killed me
I hear in the silence
Cries of suffering
That burned all hope
And stood on my chest
The hatred of my heart
Living wars
Of all races
Wishing darkness
For all races
Fighting field
That land already dead
Because I do not suffer
I became my hate