We, ov Adam’s crude defiance

Hell-bent to set Horeb aflame

Stride like the lion

Writhe like the snake

Driven to never bow in fear

Before no god, king, nor man

Stride like a lion

Scorch like a flame

March forth!

Flee not!

March forth!

We, the very voice ov his revenge

Like trampling giants laying all to waste

Give ear to the echoes ov the revеlation's bane

This is a song that brings not joy but pain

Give ear to thе echoes ov the howling Typhon's reign

March forth!

Flee not!

March forth!

March forth!

The untiring emperor's infantry

Flee not!

Like down flung Napoleon’s sword

We, the salt ov scorching earth

Not ov the morality ov the slaves

March forth!

Flee not!

March forth!