Letra de One More Victory

A solar eclipse crosses the skies And every armor show its blazon Men who believe to fight for a greater intention Bodies and bloodbaths Bravery is the most valuable work And all pay dearly to show “Women, our poor slaves Always disposed to a new function” Sitting on top of the red stairway Noble big eyes always observing I’m the God, I am the air And who challenges me, will be hanged I’ll use my sons and blood to serve you The whole earth produces a seed, a destiny, a dirt And hunger exists in abundance Take the ladies and leave to the flies The chiming clock strikes three times Far away we can hear the horses running to one more victory