Lyrics: Rodrigo Núñez
Music: Rodrigo Núñez
Wounded, I awoke full of dirt on the ground.
Barely breathing, barely existing, dying and under shamed.
Will there be a way to fight, wide awake?
And step into war, danger with everything at stake.
Will there be a poet or a maiden who'll sing my story?
Cause where there is a will, there will always be a spark of glory.
Valiant, I quest with these wounds I possess.No name, no past or homestead, just this path ahead.
I know now there's a way to fight boldly and brave.
No matter what the scrimmage, I will not forsake.
Will there be a poet or a maiden who'll sing my story?
Cause even if I'm half-dead, I will struggle, roar and brawl for glory.
Victorious, I rebel against the shame and the pain.
Nobody dares to face me, they know I'll give them hell.
The search is about to end, toast with me, my friends.
For those who stand and don't give up, for you, for them, for all.
Now poets chant my name out of their throats, and tell my story.
Cause where there was a spark, now it burns the strongest flame with glory.