Tradition And Blood

Freezing cold blade Spanish blood is on my hands look at me for one last time is the last face that you'll see Swallow melting boiling gold Is not what you came to looking for? Thunders bolds and mountains explodes so our gods rise from the south sea Can you hear their cry? Stand with me Have no fear Calm your heart My little child Ancients guard, the secrets Arauco's strengths Will show you again... Rise! Be proud and be strong Proof that they're wrong Show me the meaning of their lifes [Chorus:] Fire and soul, tradition and blood (run) through my veins Hear my voice I went 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) We'll win thousand times...war will be one and only way out!