note: hello! I wanted to upload this chapter earlier :( but well I had to go out and I didn't have internet, anyway here it is! I hope you enjoy it, the next chapter Mingyu and Wonwoo finally are going to travel and see Prince JUN, I had thought it would be in this chapter but it was kind of long. Anywaysss have you seen fox-orange-haired wonwoo? he is so handsome, I'll write a fic with that look someday hehe

(See the end of the chapter for another note)

Kim Mingyu had to be the most insufferable person who had ever lived.

Seungcheol and Chan kept telling him to give him a chance, that he was a good man, but Wonwoo was sure that the general had somehow deceived his brothers or they had suddenly both lost the ability to make a good personality judgment.

On the seventh of the eight days it took them to get ready for the official trip, Prince Wonwoo had already thought of a thousand different ways to commit murder.

And he was thinking about it again, when Kim Mingyu appeared out of nowhere and wiped him out at the betting table.

"Kim wins," Hansol announced, slightly amused to Wonwoo's irritation. "Prince Wonwoo, I'm sorry, you're out of chips."

Wonwoo sighed and tried his best not to glare at Hansol, Soonyoung and Jeonghan, after all it wasn't their fault that Mingyu turned out to be irritatingly good at this too, although...It was true that his friends were enjoying the defeat too much for his liking.

"You shouldn't know this game, I've never seen anyone from the city be good at it," Wonwoo complained.

Mingyu shrugged.

"I learned a lot of things while traveling for my training," he pointed out, winking at him "Are you a sore loser?"

Wonwoo was considering smashing his face.

"Well, what do you want? I have three rings, or I can give you some horses'' he admitted, he didn't want to give him a single horse, he didn't even want to give him his rings, which he usually got rid of easily, losing against Kim Mingyu was especially humiliating and put him in a bad mood.

"I don't want your belongings," the general said quickly. "I want two favors, the first of these, your time."

Wonwoo raised an eyebrow. "And the second?"

"I'll tell you that later," Mingyu said with a tone that made the prince shudder, "Now, come with me."

The prince sighed and after casting a glance at his friends, he allowed Mingyu to take his wrist and lead him to the back of the tavern.

As they walked some men looked at them curiously, after all you didn't see a prince and a general in a seedy tavern early in the morning very often, much less sneaking off together to a place where no one could hear them. But Wonwoo didn't care much, anyway the people in the village already knew about his engagement to Mingyu, and also these men were drunk enough to not remember seeing him at noon.

"What's going on?" Wonwoo asked him as they sat on the floor, behind a dividing screen that gave them a sense of intimacy that the prince was not entirely comfortable with.

"What are you doing wasting your time in a place like this?" Mingyu asked, wrinkling his nose as he looked at the place with contempt. "I thought that as a prince you would have a little more decorum, I see you don't."

Wonwoo gave him a dirty look.

"If you came here to quarrel, save yourself. As you already know, I'm a shitty prince."

Mingyu looked at him carefully, studying his fine features, the way his eyes looked so dark and deep when he was angry or irritated. Wonwoo would be any artist's dream, Mingyu could almost feel the pain in his hands, the desire to draw that divine face like the sky itself.

However, the only real pain for him was the memory of what he felt when his bones broke like the fragile wings of a bird, his father reminding him that in times of war there was no room for the banal longings and dreams of an artist, in times of war, the brush was his sword and the blood was his paint, and his hands always had to be busy.

Mingyu cleared his throat.

"I didn't come here for that, Jisoo will be in charge of scolding you when you deign to return to the residence and he sees that you haven't finished packing," the general pointed out, returning to the present.

"Then what do you want?" Wonwoo asked, crossing his arms, already fed up with his little exchange.

The truth is that Jisoo would scold him, although he had already finished packing, thanks to Soonyoung and Chan, however he would find it horrible that Wonwoo and Jeonghan wasted their time in a seedy tavern.

Of course, those concerns were none of Mingyu's business.

"I have information about the creature," the general shared, leaning towards him, so close that Wonwoo could feel the heat of his breath on his cheeks.

This caught the prince's attention, during the last few days Mingyu had not found anything, and Wonwoo had resigned himself to the fact that perhaps he would not have news of anything related until his trip, or that he would never have it and that's it.

Jeonghan believed that this was a good thing, that the lack of information confirmed that it had been an isolated attack, or that perhaps Mingyu had been mistaken and that it was not a creature similar to the ones that had terrorized the Palace and the capital two years ago.

Wonwoo did not believe this, the lack of news only made him nervous, when he was not fighting with Mingyu he spent his time walking up and down the residence, looking through the windows, always on alert, waiting for all hell to break loose at any moment.

Neither Jeonghan nor Soonyoung could take it anymore, so instead of betting with each other like they usually did, they decided to bring Wonwoo to Hansol's tavern, a place that smelled of urine, served terrible food, and had the floors constantly wet from alcohol.

That had turned out to be a balm for Wonwoo's tortured soul.

"What did you find?" He asked though, willing to give up his momentary found peace, he needed to know this.

"I finally found a demonic trace," Mingyu said, somewhat proud of himself. "It is weak, very weak but it confirms what I thought, it is a lesser creature. I will be able to identify it once we meet at Prince Junhui's residence, but at least I am totally sure that it is a creature of demonic origin."

Wonwoo swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. Well, that put them practically back to square one, but he had a million questions running through his head. Why did he have to wait until they visited Junhui to identify the creature? Why was Mingyu so secretive with this information if it was already an assumption they had before? And why did he seem so happy to have confirmed something so horrible?

"You haven't asked me the most important question," Mingyu urged, his eyes shining with expectation.

"Which?"

"Don't you want to know where I found the trail?"

That. Mingyu was right, it hadn't crossed his mind because he had assumed that the trail would be in the forest, where Wonwoo found that creature and the woman's body.

"Where?" he asked with intrigue.

"A few meters from the residence," Mingyu whispered, with intention.

What?

"Impossible," Wonwoo said, shaking his head. "If there are traces there, it means that someone had summoned the creature nearby, or that it even lived there, and the residence is very guarded, someone would have noticed."

"That's what I thought" Mingyu explained, raising his eyebrows as if he wanted to make Wonwoo understand just with his face what he was thinking "That someone noticed."

That doesn't...

It couldn't be, because...

Wonwoo realized then, as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on him, that Mingyu was suggesting that someone inside the residence could be the one who had summoned this creature.

"Do...do you think there is a traitor?" He asked then, feeling a little nervous.

He didn't have to believe Mingyu, in fact, he had every reason to distrust him, and if it was just about his own safety he really would have, he would have thought that Mingyu was just trying to scare him, to tease him. But he had seen how Mingyu was with Seungcheol, and he didn't believe that he would joke about something that could affect his friend and future king.

"I don't want to get ahead of myself, but analyzing it I came to the theory that it is possible that someone inside invoked it," the general continued, "however, he or she did not have enough power to invoke something greater, or their intention was always to send only a message. "

"Do you think the intention was for me to discover the woman's body?" Wonwoo asked, feeling bile burn his throat, threatening to spill onto the carpet.

Wonwoo forced himself to take a deep breath.

"Yes," the general accepted, "Maybe not specifically you, but I do think it was a message for the princes. Someone who knows that the three of you are here and wants to show their discontent with the royalty."

"Someone who is so vile is certainly someone dangerous," Wonwoo pointed out, feeling the knot tighten in his stomach. "We could be in danger, does Prince Seungcheol know that?"

"I was on my way to inform him when I heard that there was a prince in the tavern, I assumed it was you and it seemed like a safe place to discuss the facts with you" he admitted "you will excuse me, but I have not searched your room nor do I trust your friends, and I doubt that if I invited you to mine without context so as not to raise suspicions, you would have chosen to go."

Mingyu was right, if he had just invited him Wonwoo would surely have broken a plate on his head.

The prince nodded, here was a good place like no other.

"However, I do trust my friends, I will share this with them," he informed him.

Mingyu suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and point out that the prince obviously trusted Jeonghan, much to his annoyance.

"As the prince wishes," he said in a mocking tone but then became serious. "My only alliance and commitment is to the royal family, and that includes you. If you decide to trust your friends just make sure they are really people who won't stab you in the back, it's not just your safety that is at stake. Until we can confirm if there really is a traitor"

Wonwoo opened his mouth to protest that Jeonghan and Soonyoung were completely trustworthy and both incapable of doing anything that would endanger others however he stopped himself, if Mingyu told him now that he had to trust Minghao, Wonwoo would surely laugh.

"Good" was what he said.

"Good," Mingyu agreed.

Wonwoo opened his mouth again, not knowing what else to say but willing not to remain in that awkward silence when he heard footsteps approaching and someone pulled the dividing screen away abruptly.

Mingyu, with his general's reflexes, did something that would have gotten him murdered any other day: take the prince by the hands and throw him on his lap. Wonwoo blushed, opening his eyes wide and he would have hit Mingyu in the face if he had not understood the general's motives.

Mingyu wanted it to look like they were in an intimate moment and not conspiring, and if there was someone around, whether from the residence or not, who summoned demonic creatures, it was best that they not be caught conspiring, they should feign ignorance.

So Wonwoo simply relaxed against Mingyu, feeling the hard muscles stretching beneath his luxurious robe. Wonwoo evidently already knew that Mingyu was a strong man, very strong, anyone with eyes could tell.

However, it was one thing to see it and another to feel it, no matter how much he wanted to deny it, he couldn't help but feel Mingyu beneath him, he couldn't help but feel that heat spreading through his stomach. He couldn't help but notice how good his rough fingers felt as they wrapped around his waist, and he couldn't stop the trail of thoughts that broke loose inside him.

He hated Kim Mingyu, he hated Kim Mingyu, he hated Kim Mingyu.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

That voice.

Wonwoo stood rigid at first, as if frozen on the lap of the general, who had not understood the situation at first, but then the prince stood up so abruptly that Mingyu felt his head spin.

"Kai," Wonwoo whispered.

That guard.

Wonwoo's lover, the one whom he had previously shared a bed with, and by whom he had been willing to be publicly humiliated, to be beaten and marked forever.

Kai was standing in front of him, with a very drunk man next to him.

Wonwoo couldn't help but notice how Kai wrapped his arms around the small man's waist possessively. That man, although drunk, was really beautiful. He was everything Wonwoo had ever wanted to be.

He was small, delicate, with a jovial, soft face. The face of someone who had never faced any horror, who had no duty to attend to in the morning that stole his peace at night.

A face easy to love, on the body of a man easy to love.

Not like Wonwoo, who despite being able to give birth to children was as tall as a tree, broad in the shoulders, gruff.

The prince did not say anything and simply passed by the men, darting away like a soul carried by the wind.

Leaving the general forgotten.

Mingyu spent the rest of the morning and much of the afternoon in a bad mood, although he couldn't explain why.

Or maybe, he didn't want to admit why.

He was lying on the roof of the residence, looking up at the bright blue sky, at the fluffy looking clouds. Soon the season would change and he would no longer be able to enjoy such a beautiful spectacle.

Mingyu liked the sky like that, because it was simple, beautiful but blunt, without secrets, peaceful.

Everything that his fiancé was not... Well, the beautiful part was shared, unfortunately.

Mingyu sighed internally.

What was his father thinking when asking the king for Mingyu to marry Wonwoo instead of Seungcheol? How easy life would have been for everyone if the two friends got married. Even Prince Wonwoo would be happier.

He could be with that good-for-nothing guard, or Jeonghan, or whoever he wanted, and Mingyu wouldn't be here, on the roof of a residence feeling strangely disappointed because the prince obviously had affection for someone else.

"Are you done lamenting? I'm feeling sorry for you," Minghao asked, sitting next to him and blocking the sun. "Besides, you can't spend your whole life here, so much sun will melt what little brain you have left."

"How funny," Mingyu said sarcastically, sitting up. "Did you find something?"

"Yes, who do you think I am?" Although I was very bored with this mission, I hope it is really important and not your stupid jealousy."

"I'm not jealous," Mingyu denied immediately, annoyed. "Why would I be?"

Minghao looked at him as if he were an idiot, and if you thought of it, he was.

"Oh please. Since the moment Prince Wonwoo appeared you haven't stopped looking at him as if he were hanging the stars in the sky" his friend mercilessly mocked him "You can pretend to hate him all you want, but it's obvious that you're attracted to him. "

"I'm not attracted to him and I'm not pretending at all, I really hate him," Mingyu snapped, abruptly snatching the drink from his friend's hand and taking a sip. "Now, tell me what you found."

"How rude! Just so you know, it's digestive herbal tea. You'll spend a nice night in the bathroom today," he explained with a smile. "Jang Kai, or at least that's his adopted surname. Orphaned of father and mother, raised by a blacksmith here in Jecheon, since he was little he showed skills with the sword, a teacher took him to the city where he trained for a year in a private school and then four years in the royal academy, he returned here at the same time as Prince Wonwoo, since he would be settling in this remote place, his commander thought it was good to have someone familiar with the place and recommended him. Good work report, he has no faults, incidents or fights until the day you publicly humiliated him..."

"Ya" Mingyu said, curiously when Minghao reminded him of that night he felt shame, but he had done what he had to do to get him away from Wonwoo.

"Well, about his relationship with Prince Wonwoo there obviously wouldn't be anything official, but it seems like it started recently even though they arrived here at the same time, Kai's family seems to be very honorable, they wouldn't have approved of his relationship with the prince or at least they are said to be that sensible. After the incident you all had here, Kai was removed from his position as a guard and now works as an assistant to the blacksmith. He has been seen going out a lot at night to drink but he does not seem to have had contact with the prince after that night."

Hmm.

That life seemed quite ordinary, even boring, but if his father had taught him anything and he had learned something as a general, it was that usually those who hid something wove such a perfect web, a life where nothing particularly attracted attention.

"We have to keep an eye on him," he decided.

"So he doesn't steal Wonwoo from you?" Minghao asked boldly, mocking him.

Mingyu hit his arm.

"I'm being serious, he gives me a strange feeling," he said, standing up. "He arrived just when Wonwoo and I were talking in that smelly tavern, and even though he was accompanied by a drunk and had liquor in his hand, he didn't have a hint of drunkenness. He was pretending."

"And?" Minghao asked, curious. "Maybe he just ran into his former lover and wanted to spare him an embarrassing moment."

"Maybe," Mingyu accepted, approaching the edge of the roof. "But I don't believe in coincidences."

And then, he just jumped.

Leaving his friend contemplating the sky as he had done a while ago.

Wonwoo wanted to be alone, so as soon as he was in the residence he ignored everyone, including his brother, and threw himself on the bed, closing the windows and drawing the curtains.

He didn't want to see anyone, he felt strange. And he was like that for hours, just lying there.

Seeing Kai with that man had made him painfully aware of his insecurities again, however what had surprised him most was the lack of feelings when seeing the man to whom just a few weeks ago he was giving his body.

How was it possible? Was he really someone without a heart? Without any feeling?

He always knew that what he had with Kai was simply temporary, there was no future for them, however he had thought that he would have real affection for him, that seeing him with someone else would be extremely painful, that he would feel jealous and devastated.

However, upon seeing him with someone else, he only had compared himself to that man and had had a single thought, a thought that made him run.

Surely Mingyu would also like to take a petite and delicate man.

The prince growled and threw one of his pillows against the wall.

"WHAT THE HELL DO I CARE WHAT KIND OF MAN KIM MINGYU LIKES?" he growled, desperate.

He had only met him a week ago and he hated him, he planned to drive him crazy to break off this engagement.

However, he was saddened to be aware of not being beautiful enough for Kim Mingyu. Without a doubt, a warrior like him would like a man to protect, whom he can easily carry in his arms and...

"ENOUGH WONWOO ARE YOU INSANE?" he asked, talking to himself "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?"

"Oh, you really have lost your mind, Prince Wonwoo."

Wonwoo would have recognized that crazed voice anywhere, and that's why he jumped up to face Jisoo, who had opened the door to his room, and even though he was smiling openly at him, his eyes looked like he was contemplating killing him.

Wonwoo took a step back.

"Ah, Jisoo, I'm done packing, I'm ready to leave tomorrow," he said to him in an attempt to placate him a little.

"Oh is that so? My dear Prince Wonwoo?" He asked, slowly approaching him. "Is that why you were not here? You finished early and had so much time left that... YOU DECIDED TO BE SEEN IN A SMELLY TAVERN?"

Wonwoo got on his knees to beg for his life.

"You wanted to see me, your highness," the man asked, bowing deeply as he entered the study.

Seungcheol smiled upon noticing the presence of Jeonghan, Wonwoo's spokesman, despite having spent the morning in a tavern and the afternoon putting out the fire that Soonyoung caused in the kitchen, he looked impeccable from head to toe.

His red hair was tied in a ponytail from which several strands escaped, as if he had been too lazy to comb his hair properly, however with a charming air that did say that the effect was carefully planned. And his white robe without a single stain.

"If it's about our morning excursion, I take full responsibility, we wanted to cheer up the prince before our departure tomorrow" he apologized "And I assure you that Prince Wonwoo is already being punished anyway, on my way here I saw Jisoo enter his room. If he is still alive for dinner he will surely be very sorry."

Seungcheol laughed, and Jeonghan thought it sounded like a boyish laugh. His laugh and his eyes were the only thing that gave away how young the crown prince really was, how close he and Prince Wonwoo were in age, Wonwoo whom everyone saw as a grown child.

However, Seungcheol was an adult in everyone's eyes, since he was only eleven years old.

"No, it wasn't about that. I realize you live in a very particular way here," he commented with amusement. "And I think I'm getting used to it a little, as long as you don't cause a monumental disaster."

"I'll take care of that," Jeonghan accepted, smiling at him.

There was something about the way Jeonghan smiled that gave the crown prince incredible peace. He knew that the man in front of him was not innocent, much less stupid, on the contrary, he was someone insightful, ambitious, intelligent and, according to what he had been informed, capable of deceiving anyone and emerging triumphant.

However, Seungcheol thought he was one of the most sincere people who existed, and he liked that.

He wished there were more people like Jeonghan in the palace, he understood why Wonwoo loved him so much and so openly.

"I was thinking about what you told me," he said, and as soon as he saw the confusion on the other man's face he added, "About the fact that I'm a man too, I've thought about my feelings."

As soon as he said it, the crown prince realized how stupid he had sounded and immediately regretted it. Who did he think he was to waste Jeonghan's time like that? Surely as a spokesperson he had a host of more important obligations to attend to, furthermore, it is most likely that he would have said that in a moment of pity for Seungcheol, he would have no interest in listening to the feelings of a prince, who like a child, was just learning to feel and express them.

However, contrary to what Seungcheol expected, Jeonghan's face lit up, as golden as the afternoon light, and with a genuine interest that made the prince feel seen for the first time, despite always having eyes looking at him.

"And what is your conclusion, Your Highness? If I can know it"

"Of course, I want to share it with you," Seungcheol responded immediately, and looked away as soon as he realized what he said, feeling the heat on his cheeks. "I realized that my mother's death really hurt me, however, I always felt that she...that she never loved me, you know? I know it's a horrible thing to say, mainly taking into account that she already died, however we were never close, as soon as I was born she practically let me out of her arms and there was no one to hold me, only the king was there and he is no more of a father than he is king ...Is...Is it wrong to miss someone and at the same time feel resentment?"

Jeonghan felt sorry for the prince in front of him, Wonwoo had already told him about how the king was, however Prince Wonwoo always had his mother, and from what little he revealed it was obvious that he was the favorite and his mother's whole heart, his Mother had also loved Chan, the youngest, very much...And Seungcheol had been left alone.

Jeonghan had grown up in a small and poor family, however both his father and mother loved him fiercely, and although he could not imagine a different home, his heart ached for the three princes, who were born surrounded by everything and did not have anything within their reach.

"Of course it's okay," he consoled him, speaking softly. "People are complex, we feel more than one emotion at a time. You may miss your mother and at the same time feel resentful for not having had her warmth. We all need our parents, for life, much more when we are children, of course we can grow up far from a loving home, however their absence leaves wounds, and no child should feel guilty for bleeding from the wound that was inflicted on them by their parents"

Seungcheol dared to look at him again, the words evading his tongue because the emotion weighing in his heart was so much stronger than any words he knew.

He had never been honest with anyone like that, not even with his brothers. One day he would be king, and a king has to be the pillar, strong so that everyone can lean on him, especially his brothers. Seungcheol could not be a broken man in front of society or it would take care of shattering the pieces that he had carefully glued together, and held together with the strongest of will.

However, Jeonghan didn't seem to hate his vulnerability, and although he wanted to protect his heart, the man made Seungcheol unable to stop... being who he is.

"I am also a selfish man," he admitted with shame "My brother, Prince Wonwoo is suffering with this engagement, blood of my blood, and Mingyu, my brother in the depths of my heart. However, I feel joy, not because of their suffering but because I am not in their place, because I do not have to marry Mingyu."

At this Jeonghan could not hide his surprise, he had thought, perhaps quite influenced by Wonwoo and Mingyu himself, that there was something more than a friendship between the crown prince and General Kim. Mingyu himself had stated that he preferred to be with the crown prince as was typically done.

"Why?" he finally asked, letting curiosity get the better of him.

"Because finally my heart belongs to me," Seungcheol explained quietly, feeling his heart flutter in his chest like a caged bird, as he delicately tucked one of Jeonghan's unruly locks behind his ear. "And that means...I can give it to whoever I want."

Jeonghan took a deep breath, his eyes closing involuntarily as he felt the rough skin of the prince's fingers against his cheek. The better sense of him questioned this, what was he doing? What did the prince mean? However, for once in his life, his mind was not connected to the rest of his body, and when he gently brought his hand up and placed it on Seungcheol's very different hand, he...

"Prince Seungcheol!" Mingyu shouted, causing both men to jerk away.

Mingyu, who had just entered the room of the residence that had been transformed into Seungcheol's study, did not notice the way in which the men walked away abruptly, in fact, he only witnessed the bow that Prince Wonwoo's spokesman gave them before leaving.

"Ugh," Mingyu complained once Jeonghan was outside. "Just seeing him puts me in a bad mood, he's probably going to Wonwoo's room now, it seems like he doesn't have his own room, with so many empty ones here..."

The crown prince would have liked to say that he heard what Mingyu was saying, but in truth the only thing he heard was the racing of his heart, hammering in his own ears, and his lamentation, because he had no idea what he wanted to do a while ago...

"Are you listening to me?" Mingyu asked irritably, drawing his attention. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," the future king assured, putting on his best smile and educating his features as he was taught. "Being here... has me a little out of rhythm."

"Tell it to me," Mingyu huffed, throwing himself onto a sofa. "Your brother is really a pain in the...you know, every time I discover something good about him he insists on making me angry and destroying it"

"Mingyu, give it time..."

"I know, I already know," the general cut him off. "It's not like I could do anything else, we're going to get married anyway."

"I'm sure if you really tried you could get along one day."

"I would like to see it," Mingyu snorted again, but then he became serious. "What did Yoon Jeonghan want here?"

"He was informing me about tomorrow's departure," the prince lied, without looking up from his papers, which he was now looking at very carefully. The truth is that it had been Jisoo who had informed him about the topic. "You will leave tomorrow. There will only be about five guards, the driver, naturally you and Prince Wonwoo, plus two companions. Prince Wonwoo chose Jeonghan"

"What a surprise," Mingyu replied, rolling his eyes.

Seungcheol smiled, sometimes Mingyu was so obvious in his jealousy of him that he found it funny.

"And you? Who will you take?" the prince asked, just to annoy.

"Minghao, of course," Mingyu reported proudly, the general as loyal as a dog as always.

"What a surprise," Seungcheol imitated him, laughing.

Laughing with Mingyu felt natural, as if they had been doing it all their lives, and Seungcheol was glad that they could keep it up longer, that a marriage without love or passion didn't turn their laughter into sour moments.

He was happy that Mingyu could continue to be his friend without the bitterness of an empty bed between them.

"Did you need something?" the prince asked him after a while, because, as much as Mingyu enjoyed his presence, he rarely really only had casual conversations.

"Yes," he said seriously, checking the door and the room. "I want to talk about the creature that Prince Wonwoo saw. I discovered something about the trail, and you should know before I leave tomorrow."

At this Seungcheol lost all trace of youth, and once again looked like that man who could very well be a thousand years old and only twenty.

"Okay, you can talk."

Mingyu drew the curtains over the windows.

It was raining and the wind swarmed through the branches of the trees.

The mud floor gave way under the weight of his boots.

The night sang a song of pain and agony.

It smelled of blood, sulfur and salt.

A star drawn on the floor offered the only light acting as a guide, even the moon had hidden itself from evil.

Five points, the four cardinal points of this world and the one that united our realm with that of the creatures that inhabited nightmares.

A song was repeated, over and over again.

From my wound blood flows, life flows

In the night the soul that does not surrender perishes

my wounds are my chains, and they condemn my soul

In fertile land the innocent die

cowards hide in the child's cry

From the wounds of my enemies, welcome death

and in the night the soul that does not surrender perishes.

note: i feel like the song sounds better on spanish but it kind of suck in both versions hahahahha