As in a vision I see Graecus,
He speaks to me in the ancient tongue;
And I understand his every word:
Thus I know I am his true son...

To Thermopylae I am called,
To fight and die beside my kin;
In Marathon it was also my voice
That cheered at the enemy's demise...

I held the standard of Constantine
And shed my blood for the empire;
I went a' hunting with Digenees
And wept on Tuesday 1453...

I swore upon the Revolution's flag
Freedom or death - woe to the Turks!
I was free yet even when besieged:
On Suli's rock our maidens danced...

I faced alone Wehrmacht's iron might
And put the Duce's troops to flight;
For freedom I have fought twice ten times
And fight again I will if needed be!

Hellas is eternal as long as
There's a heart that pumps Hellenic blood
And arms the hand that freedom defends
And punishes those who would see HER dead!