On the plain – look
to the sunshine burns
The shadow of mars returns
His altars arise
Here it comes – the time
to be brave is at hand
Shields, lances and swords
Twirl high in the air
Now the gates of war
are forced by the Queen
Come down from the holy skies
Day after day, remember this time
They are marching on to blood and tears
Day after day, remember this time
For the glory and life after death
Holy muse, may my chant celebrate
of these and ancient times
the heroes and kings
May I sing – keepers of memories
the greatest war never see
from Troy’s times
Now the gates of war
are forced by the Queen
Come down from the holy skies
Day after day, remember this time
They are marching on to blood and tears
Day after day, remember this time
For the glory and life after death
