We are here in our own land Desecrated by nature And even our bastards are Victims of the plague The coughing never ends Our state is critical My head is going to explode Nothing can stop the pain Not a parasite or virus What afflict us transcends the body There's no common treatment No common Medicine The fever burns even the mind March! March to your grave We will be dead Before the sun rises Rise! Rise from your beds Go meet your ends Don't let your freedom go down March! March to your grave We will be dead Before the sun rises Rise! Rise from your beds Go meet your ends Don't let your freedom go down March! Rise! Don't be another one! War with an invisible force Not even fire can give us an advantage To confront this menace To cleanse our bodies and souls Of the toxic guest that destroys Of the toxic guest that roams You're here looking for treatment But you will perish You will fall You will Perish You will fall You're here looking for treatment But you will perish You will fall You will Perish You will fall