I hear the song from the battlefield
Steel, swords, shiels and bows
The fallen warrior, the wounded body
During the battle, he passed away

We battle to protect our land
Our honour, our pride, our people!
By the moonlight, I start to cry
Ingrate life, now sustained by hatred

For the woods and shining stars
You'll never put down the flames in our hearts!
Remembering the bravery, from the noble creature
Swearing revenge, until the reach of my sword!

For the green fields around us
Against the intruders our revolt!
Bloody war which buries my brother
With him go the dreams of conquering this land

Like animals walking at night
For their instincts and lives they yearn
Like them we walk to our destiny find
Either it's kill or die!

A handful of land, I feel in my hand
Which embraces me as I lay to die

The fallen warrior!