VII Batallón de la Muerte
el libertador
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The wind roared as it bit the Liberator's sword.
His steel blade pierced the chest of the vile invader.
The earth crunched as it bit into the footprints of his Army.
His troops advanced with courage and with honor.
General Don José de San Martón
was the Liberator who fought for you.
His saber wrote the history of the country.
And his mettle, high warrior, the spirit forged.