When there are weapons, they are all the same
Disengagement increases courage
When there is fear value in the blood
Armor battle tanks
My disciples my students
Not measured, they cause disasters
I was a student now I am the teacher
Attacking is the plan that I hold
My disciples my guerrillas
Precision and death fully
Balance in combat zones
There are impulses about military
Fit the fire engines well
And reinforce all the armament
I do not know death and fear
Brinco solido I never rent
I buy and make the order present
Where did I cause disorder
We respond for that there is respect
They only look at the spark of fear
To the chamuco I bring empecherado
Ensures gets into the fire
Overbearing with a Nazi mind
He was a student of a wise teacher
I have all the opposites intact
Capturing is better than killing them
When I win I leave reinforced
It's the mark that the boss has given me
I am a dog to torture them
And of blood my face I have spotted
If the weapons do not lose their edge
The disciples are effective
With effort, skill and talent
Opposites move from the center
I'm just nomas the front
Today the squad is part of my body
Only among all we can make this a better place :)