La Batalla de La Concepción

Death arrived traveling
In the form of a group
It arrived when the afternoon
Was dressed in stone
Lights that were lost
And darkened the mountains

Seventy-six Chacabucos formed the garrison
Ignacio Carrera Pinto
Their leader, their soul, their voice
Death was invited that afternoon
Invited to La Concepción
The night is naked
The mountains are crying
And a flag up high
Is fluttering for its children

Time slipped away
While dawn was coming
And their chests bloomed
In bright red that burned
Very few were left
In that slow agony
Their eyes looked fierce
Full of anger and pain
And if we have to die fighting
Let it be with glory and honor
CHACABUCO CHARGE
The mountains trembled

The tired Sun rose
La Concepción silent
Our flag very lonely
Tattered, fluttered