They come from everywhere, blood and bravery
to save their ground, the easterns;
they come from the hills with spare and saber
among the weeds sprout the easterns.
They come out of the towns, of the mounts,
on every corner await the easterns.
Because they left their lives,
their friends and their goods,
because it's more loved for them
the freedom that they don't have
because the freedom and the land
are of somebody else
and because the people
always know to break the chains,
They were ten, they were twenty, they were fifty
they were thousands, they were more, they can't be counted
Rebels and brave they're marching,
leaving the things they love the most.
Like a devastating wind they devastate
like a cleaning water they clean