In the jungle´ deep
A native tribe exists
A place in a forgatten land
Green around them
A magic moon
Centuries aging next to the trees
Just breath... just breath.

A warrior looks all around him
The time of peace has finished
He can smell blood in the air
Spirits have been watching.

Decendants.......of our god......a battle to come
Raise your weaporis.....and your hearts.....our tranquillity has gone.

Oh, wise shaman!!!
Guide us.

After a dream of one thousand years
Fighting for our honour
The blood of our enemies
Will be shed on the floor.

Our traditions will conquer
To combat witch fury until the end
Witch the help of our gods
We will exterminate them.

God of gods.....we invoke....wake up....from your tomb
Jaguar´ spirit......we invoke.....take again your form.