Gazing up to the sky, I see the darkness chasing away
The Sun which once stood high, until not even
a glow is left of day...
A dark cloud covers the sky above,
not a star in sight.

This is the land of my Ancestors
Land I will defend until my last breath
Land of the folk and the lore
Land of the Race
Of Dolmens and traditions

As the evening rain falls down upon the sleeping Earth,
the voice of nature calls me to the place of my rebirth...

Because this is the land of my Ancestors Land of Pride and war
Land of history History spoken by the stones
The land of my Ancestors Land of plains, mountains and lakes.

Around the land flows a dense mist, a tree in sight, I have not found,
the unknown beyond, one cannot resist,
once the song of battle has sound...
What lies ahead remains unknown,
my sword pulls me,
this blurry path is still not shown,
yet I progress further knowing
I am on my fated course...

This is the land of my Ancestors And of those who died defending it
Land of my Parents Land of Pride and war
Land of history
Where we shall again triumph.