Not just for victory
Not just to crush your enemy
Not just for heir to be
But for this moment and to fight the injustice...

It was written long ago
This is what I've been told
An army came across the sea
To conquer this low land

They lured with their lies
Shouted, "Peasant, kneel or die!"
Outnumbered, undaunted
War cry rose to the skies

On the homeland of the raven
Where the eagles scream at daybreak
And the clang and clash of armies
Beautiful the strife for conquest

Rains came over to the north
Flood of lies to drown the old gods
A storm rose within the hearts of the enslaved
Ode for my ancestors' blood

The seer foresaw the curse from above
Like a roar of approaching giant horde
In the moors and in the marshes
On the borders of the woodlands
They marched like approaching giant horde
When I yield my life forever
Bravely will I fall in battle
Fall upon the field of glory
Beautiful to die in armour

Rains came over to the north
Flood of lies to drown the old gods
A storm rose within the hearts of the enslaved
Ode for my ancestors' blood