Peace walks between the shadows and the sun,
soft your steps, firm your control.
The kingdom observes his serene mantle,
constant protection, his full love.

In the early dawn their song rises,
a whisper that calms, an echo that carries.
Between the heavens and the ground he steps on,
His eternal oath is never improvised.

She is the guardian of stars, of the beating of time,
of the fragile world, your duty is to feel.
With open hands, chaos redeems,
a just compass, in peace his name prints.

When the kingdom groans under sorrow,
Peace rises strong to console.
His voice, a constant flowing river,
guide the lost, restrain the wanderer.

At night he watches over the sacred doors,
scares away fears, calms souls.
In every corner where sorrow lives,
Peace will be there, ready to heal.

But it is also force, storm and fury,
If the kingdom is wounded, it displays its ardor.
Defender of all, her sword is truth,
justice and goodness are his identity.

They often see her, lonely and silent,
carrying the sorrows of a tired land.
But he never hesitates, nor goes back,
the love for his people precedes his being.

Peace does not seek glory, nor golden prizes,
its greatest treasure: healed hearts.
And even if the world forgets its eternal mission,
She keeps going, without hesitation.

Oh Peace, protector of the kingdom and life,
lighthouse in the fog, in the shadow, lair.
May you never lack strength and fire,
to be the refuge of all that is good.