We, ov Adam’s crude defiance
Hellbent to set Horeb aflame
Stride like the lion
Writhe like the snake
Driven to never bow in fear
Before no god, king, nor man
Stride like the lion
Scorch like the flame

March forth!
Flee not!

We, the very voice ov his revenge
Like trampling giants laying all to waste
Give ear to the echoes ov thе revelation's bane
This is a song that brings not joy but pain
Givе ear to the echoes ov the howling Typhon's reign

March forth!
Flee not!

March forth!
The untiring emperor's infantry
Flee not!
Like down flung Napoleon’s sword
We, the salt ov scorching earth
Not ov the morality ov the slaves