The hour of my death is drawing near 
Romania my mother calls me home 
I will return my bones to your land 
For all eternity we are one 

Behold! Fog shrouded forests of Wallachia 
Ancient beauty, so cold and pure 
Carpathia, majestic mountains-towering pride! 
Forever at your feet shall I remain 

All your cries are answered 
Forgotten son has returned 
To spill my blood on your soil 
As my fathers before me have done 

Night is falling, moonlight fades 
As I near my final sleep 
I hear the ancient song...