Freeze cold blade Spanish blood is on my hands Look at me for one last time Cause is the last face that youll see Swallow melted boiling gold Is not that you came to looking for? Thunders bolds and mountains explodes As our gods rise form the south sea Can you hear their cry? Stand with me Have no fear Calm your heart My little child Ancients guards, the secrets Araucos strengths Will shown again... Rise! Be proud and be strong Proof that theyre wrong Show me the meaning of life Fire and soul, tradition and blood run through my veins Hear my voice I want that you search on My heart again Pass of time Will give me the reason and pride Young brother be proud of your blood cause Well win thousand times War will be one and only way out!! Rise! Be proud and be strong Proof that theyre wrong Show me the meaning of life...
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