once again — we have prevailed
under the sun — we have fought
for our belief
hurling our swords
into our foes
drinking their blood
as it spurts — and covers the grass
with the colour red
once again — our tribe dominates
the green steppes — the grey mountains
and the dark deep valleys
there can be only one tribe
the strongest survive
hail
we will defend our domicile
forever
there’s a feast tonight
where we will celebrate
our victory — as we have done
so many times before
hail — to our gods — they are with us
we know
they have always led us
to our — victory