Long ago, on a time of clouds and mist

A wise being mixed air, metal, fire and rain

Then sat down, rejoicing on his deeds

Puppets on a string, deprived of our will!

Born of iron

Free as the air

Taught to be a slave

We break the chain!

Then rage came, upon the mighty ones

Like a hurricane, we threw down their goals

Something was there, that they did not foresee

A hidden flame of will, the spirit within!

Born of iron

Free as the air

Taught to be a slave

We break the chain!

Defiance is our blood

To raise and overthrone the grief

Our flame was not part of their plans

And it gives us the will to survive

Silence, is unreal

Your heart beating sound always heals

Secrets, unconcealed

The absence of life, revealed

Then, the surprise

Free-will, the dreams, surmise

And we arose, covered (only) by the sun

The dawn ages carved, in our hearts

On every fight, every single day

The grace of our ancestors shines through our veins!

Born of iron

Free as the air

Taught to be a slave

We break the chain!

Defiance is our blood

To raise and overthrone the grief

Our flame was not part of their plans

And it gives us the will to survive