I hear the song from the battlefield Steel, swords, shiels and bows The fallen warrior, the wounded body During the battle, he passed away We battle to protect our land Our honour, our pride, our people! By the moonlight, I start to cry Ingrate life, now sustained by hatred For the woods and shining stars You'll never put down the flames in our hearts! Remembering the bravery, from the noble creature Swearing revenge, until the reach of my sword! For the green fields around us Against the intruders our revolt! Bloody war which buries my brother With him go the dreams of conquering this land Like animals walking at night For their instincts and lives they yearn Like them we walk to our destiny find Either it's kill or die! A handful of land, I feel in my hand Which embraces me as I lay to die The fallen warrior!