On the plains, pointing to the heavens
On the wind horns of the bull play
To the world send the mighty screams!

The warpipes of rising suns
The Celtic formed pantheon

We hail O thee great Camulus! (Forever!)
The leaf on the oak of far!
We hail O thee great Camulus!
The God of the ram and war!

Chorus of courage praise your victory
Riding the Highlands and the low!
Sent from the Remi comes the tribal God!
Carved into history and stone!

Across the fields you roam

Battlefield open to be conquered
To the wilds of northern Gauls
You remain powerful and strong!
In the night - hear us calling!
In the dawn - shape salvation!
In the day - fight and triumph bring!

Now hear the returning sound
Expanding 'cross Britain's bounds!

We hail O thee great Camulus! (Forever!)
The leaf on the oak of far!
We hail O thee great Camulus!
The God of the ram and war!

Wielding your secret sword, invincible
Ares you'll soon be striking down!
Victims of Celtic spirits turn to run
Facing destruction unconstrained!

Master to us all
Master to us all
Master to us all
Master to us all
Master to us all
Master to us all