I stand inside this circle of doom
This sign is mine I know it for sure
There’s no way back this is my fate
Only four words are real for me

Sign of the great land, ancient pride
You feel the wisdom inside Celtic Cross

Look in my eyes, you’ll see the green flame
Flame of revenge for my ancestor’s blood
Look at my face there’re signs of death
Death of my foes for these only four words

Duty Fight Death Freedom

Hail you now from the dark of the oblivion’s past
You are our heir of the pain & the proud till you die

Death to the everyone who is doing harm to your own proud
Fight you are free to fight for you own right & until you die
Due to protect the weak from the cruel shit if the blood is split
Free to live & die with the sword in hand till you bloody end.