Many years ago when we were young
We believed in fairytales
And kept flying with the wind
No matter happens
With firm believe that all
Will be forever.

We've been glorifying our Gods
Proudly singing faithful songs
Every fight was our guide
To death or glory
In those ancient times begins 
Our story.
In those glorious times...

The start of campaign
We are marching keeping perfect lines
Fortune and fame
That's what for we're assigned.

We've been fighting for glory,
We've been fighting for salvation,
In this chaos we [bad word] 
Under domintaion.

Blood is nourishing the soil,
Bodies teared to the core,
It's not fairytail it's war.

Death or glory
We've been searching in these lands
But now we don't know when the journey ends.
And victorious way home was on our minds,
But all these dreams where left behind bars.

And nowadays
This fight is still not over, we survive
In the war
Against reality.

Each is dreaming of [bad word] buisiness plans.
Facing troubles he wearies,
Wants it all at once.

In the end he gives it up and
Lives another boring day
Prisoned in his own decay.

Death or glory
We've been searching in these lands
But now we don't know when the journey ends.
And victorious way home was on our minds,
But all these dreams where left behind bars.