I will tall you about our steel Crafted I our fields Chopping wooden shields Falling hard from above the arm Tasting blood of man Sparkling with the sun
One sight One strike Our rage won't die Hostiles Beware Or carnyx cry With falcatas in hand 'Tis the duty of a man To defend his own land Against the threat Of the empire
Broad swords blessed by the gods When the battle calls Feeling no remorse Breaking through the enemy's line Defending our home Fighting for our pride