Remembering the old stories from old times
Told by those which are responsable for our lives
Stories about development and conquests
For themselves, for us, they fought

To die on the field was not a shame
It was a way to honor your beliefs
To end your life with something you lived for
Your concepts, your struggle, your goals

The time to revive these stories has come
Like a Phoenix coming back from it's ashes
The flames from your ancient spirit will burn
For their memories... For our Ancestors

For our lives we march... To our future we ride... We shall prevail... We shall prevail again...

To unchain the wolf inside us now
The inner strenght forbidden by lies
To glory that good old times
And the blood running in your veins