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Day before we were hundred of men
And now handful is alive
Final charge is approaching
Ready to die for ideals of ours
For eternal glory and fame
Steel is sharpened and quivers full
Let them come and taste our blades
Let the claret sinks the ground
Our scions shall rule the Earth
When we are no longer here
Remember the day of sacrifice
And soon the halls we enter
Brothers of ours shall welcome us
No longer we bleed and no deadly wounds
Ancient fathers ancestors save us of reproach
Rain and mud our feet march through
Even dead we sing of victory
No matter how many died by the sword
Cut and broken still we fight
Injured we stay, out numbered
Flame of eternal Grace
Both hands and teeth as weapon remain
Never we give our lands for free
Crushing bones the song for us
Their tears like river for mill
Trust in their god under our feet
Heathen men without fear
Clash begins
Thou shall have suffering and death
For eternal glory and fame
Steel is sharpened and quivers full
Remember the day of sacrifice
And soon the halls we enter
Brothers of ours shall welcome us
No longer we bleed and no deadly wounds
Ancient fathers ancestors save us of reproach
Rain and mud our feet march through
Even dead we sing of victory
Let them come and taste our blades
Let the claret sinks the ground
Our sons will rule the Earth
When we are no longer here.