The song that sings as the wind as storm
 It hurts the soul, it takes my heart away
 Was our lands given up surrendered to the foe
 Was our kin exterminated extirpated
 Our noble ancestors lived by the laws of the gods
 Is the [bad word] faith of fathers now forgotten
 But I do believe the new era of swords shall arise
 While we suffer our enemies would laugh
 By blood, by honour, by revenge, by force
 I swear we shall put an end to it
 The clang of breaking chains is the new era of swords
 [bad word] among the nations
 The world is full of falsity and lies, they buy all the world
 That do belong to higher race, they march across the lands
 That do belong to us, they preach eternal peace 
 But they prepare for war, for war without honour
 For war [bad word] 
 Where honest swords do not sing their song
 But stabs in back are [bad word] more
 Our race has risen up towards the sky
 Has reached the very depth of seas
 But no one cares about it anymore
 For the degenerates took laurels [bad word] 
 Gods fathers wake up from your sleep
 Now we shall sharpen our old [bad word] swords
 No matter if we'll die in the flames of fight
 We shall not surrenders our fatherlands
 But I do believe new era of the swords shall rise 
 The deeds of fathers still live in our veins
 By blood, by honour
 By revenge, by force
 I swear our kin shall not die
 The clang of breaking chains is the new era of swords