Can you hear the roars of steel
can you hear the hammers on anvils
look, the sky is turning bleak
the blacksmiths of earth have begun to work

out of fire, iron and water
a sword is born
cold as the fighter's heart
may its bloody stroke be deadly

the sounds of frantic horses
muffled by a common tune
a tune long forgotten by those
who are recovering from the mead

a song of freedom and courage
of free land and forests
once again it shall rise like thunder
and reach the heavens unbound

soon the sky will be a ruddy dawn
no sun our eyes will see
until the ground is bloodred
and the enemy is dead

when fist and blade become one
when shield becomes your body
cast your home a glance
it may very well be your last

once we'll return unbound
no more red inside our eyes
once we'll return unbound
and so shall we all!!!