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Gazing up to the sky, I see the darkness chasing away

The Sun which once stood high, until not even

a glow is left of day...

A dark cloud covers the sky above,

not a star in sight.

This is the land of my Ancestors

Land I will defend until my last breath

Land of the folk and the lore

Land of the Race

Of Dolmens and traditions

As the evening rain falls down upon the sleeping Earth,

the voice of nature calls me to the place of my rebirth...

Because this is the land of my Ancestors Land of Pride and war

Land of history History spoken by the stones

The land of my Ancestors Land of plains, mountains and lakes.

Around the land flows a dense mist, a tree in sight, I have not found,

the unknown beyond, one cannot resist,

once the song of battle has sound...

What lies ahead remains unknown,

my sword pulls me,

this blurry path is still not shown,

yet I progress further knowing

I am on my fated course...

This is the land of my Ancestors And of those who died defending it

Land of my Parents Land of Pride and war

Land of history

Where we shall again triumph.