Whether sun shines or coldness reigns, whether it’s day or night Keeping vigilance, here, high at the hillside With brothers at my side, thirsty for bloodshed, guarding each move until we spot the first signal, beasts will rage with hunger Behold the hospitable country, flourishing with healthy life Taste the flavour of the fields of my home surrounded by wild plantscape Get drunk with the beauty in all forms Barefaced they would sell, steal and destroy these riches Dare not to enter, you wasteful one, not knowing the wisdom of the white wolf Bodies of men of your race will be buried by slaves, deep into the ground where dry heath grows Kind to kind, the will of the man born to fight Saturated with hatred and wrath – the creator of a perfect plan of ruse and damage Cursed be, who stray from the path, set by the gods of our race Alas, to the deceitful and cowardly dogs Their torsos will be stuck live on the stakes On display to all – for warning and for amusement Heads cut off, on the ground for the most insane murderers of my tribe to tread upon Young bastards and whores will finish in the fangs of bears’ paws One or a dozen, always heading towards any prevalence .. and if I fall, in the first line or at the end I will take off to the sky like a hawk Whose spirit will always be bound with this country There, where the seed of fear has been sown, our battlecry will long be heard and no one will dare to enter twice Many solstices after, when peace takes over, you can taste the flavour of the fields of your home everyday Surrounded by wild plantspace, get absorbed by beauty in all forms... ...and when you remember, I may reappear for a moment, just as fast, as I will get out of your sight Then listen for a while to what the wind has to say ...