Al mismo(,) imbécil
I
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I'm not afraid to die.
No steps back
I'll remain here
I won't break the line
I'll remain my position
with my weapon ready
and my will untouched.
I'll stand my ground
tought and steady.
I won't let'em pass.
No steps back
I hear Leonidas yelling:
“give them nothing,
but take from them everything!”.
I don't know
if I can take something from them
I don't need to know that.
I know
(and it's the only thing I need to know)
they are not taking something from me.
“Tonight we dinner in hell!”
I don't know where I'll eat tomorrow.
I don't need to know that right now.
II
No steps back
Not even a single fucking step back
I'm not an spartan
and maybe this is a different war.
Perhaps it's not even a fight
just two people wanting to smash each other faces
just two bastards wanting to kill themselves
blowing up everything around them in the way.
I'm not here for The Cause,
that's not the entire reason.
I'm here, 'cuz I know he's here.
I can see his eyes throw the battlefield.
I know he's there.
He's not expecting me.
He doesn't imagine I'm standing in the front,
(does he? I don't really care)
III
We begin to march.
Run! Run! Run! Run!
. . .
No steps back
. . .
I can see'im.
. . .
I taste his/my blood spilled all over my face
. . .
Finish him!
. . .
He's crying. I'm crying. I don't care.
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