Who took up arms that winter dawn and to Glenumbra came?
 To raise their hand 'gainst tyrants, stand and die in freedom's name?
 Who stood upon the field that hour to answer Direnni's call?
 Men, Breton-born, all came that morn, to fend the land for all!

Rise, rise! To freedom, rise! Arise, ye Breton sons and daughters.
 Ride, ride! To freedom, ride! [bad word] and glory to the brave!

And when the battle, it was joined, Alessians three to one,
 Skies lit bright with magic's light and with magic, it was won.
 For all they stood on blessed ground whence all her power came,
 The rocks would yield, what might they wield, all in Direnni's name!

Rise, rise! To freedom, rise! Arise, ye Breton sons and daughters.
 Ride, ride! To freedom, ride! [bad word] and glory to the brave!

So children of this Breton land, ye best remember well
 All those who for High Rock stood: Brian, Ancois, Rielle
 Men of the North fought and stood forth
 Till all oppressors fell!