On the prow and safe, behind the lines In a proud rage, waiting for the slay at dawn, by rivalry Rain of fire in a sinful war Overrunning the fleet of the arch-fiend "Awake the cannons of the batteries" and "Sustain the fire that victory is ours" In a sign by my hand is reposing the fortune of all Desperate measures are necessary Now, turn the table and ram all the war boats End this menace is my destiny Defeat by the disposition of the army Inside my thoughts, rage is away Behindhand, hope fades in the end