The castle is lit with candles and torches 
 The carriages of the nobles arrive in front 
 The smell of splendour and decadence 
 And nobody can foresee 
 The masters and the mistresses are walking into the hall 
 They are smiling and laughing and showing that they are tall 
 They don't recognize that we're waiting there 
 And just nobody can foresee 
 This is the last night of the kings 

 We are the folk 
 And we have the right 
 To stand up and to fight 
 For an independent life 
 We are the force 
 We are the might 
 And we will stand up 
 For an independent life 

 The ball has begun and we're closing our trap 
 Inwardly we're gathering ourselves 
 While the [bad word] to higher pace 
 Still nobody can foresee 
 Joining the circle, in black robes unknown 
 Unsheathing our swords and get ready to dance 
 Our hearts are filled with the will to survive 
 In this last night of their life 
 It's a murderous, murderous ball night 

 We are the folk 
 And we have the right 
 To stand up and to fight 
 For an independent life 
 We are the force 
 We are the might 
 And we will stand up 
 For an independent life 

 We are heroes 
 Heroes of the night 
 We are ready to live forevermore 
 Our gods lead us through this fight 
 On and on 
 We are one and on our way

 We are the folk 
 And we have the right 
 To stand up and to fight 
 For an independent life 
 We are the force 
 We are the might 
 And we will stand up 
 For an independent life