We returned from the battle 
The sorrow feels soldiers  [bad word] our task 
And had payed a great price 

Rise my soldiers, rise! Rise! Rise! 
Rise my soldiers, rise! 
 [bad word] this part of war 
Rise my soldiers, rise! 
Rise! 

The faces of victims 
Flow around us 
The friends which have fallen 
Cried in remembers 

The price was high 
The battle has over 
And now we shall never 
Forgot their faces