VII Batallón de la Muerte
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On the high mountains of Liberty,
raises its wings without looking back.
Flies triumphantly towards its pedestal,
Queen bird of heaven until eternity.
Carries in its veins the triumphant blood,
glory in its eyes and an infernal scream.
Its steel claw is nourished by evil
of the land of spawns that will be reborn.
Bird of the Gods, imperial warrior.
Queen of the heavens, the earth and the sea.
She looks up at her pedestal.
Sacred throne of birds: Triumphal display!