Kladimoi (Swords)

Celtibeerian

Compositor: Não Disponível

I will tall you about our steel
Crafted I our fields
Chopping wooden shields
Falling hard from above the arm
Tasting blood of man
Sparkling with the sun

One sight
One strike
Our rage won't die
Hostiles
Beware
Or carnyx cry
With falcatas in hand
'Tis the duty of a man
To defend his own land
Against the threat
Of the empire

Broad swords blessed by the gods
When the battle calls
Feeling no remorse
Breaking through the enemy's line
Defending our home
Fighting for our pride

Ansro adilos
Ansrom teirom
Adunei kom
Kladimubis
Ansra toutas,
Katomes riti
Eksgeninus
Orum reigdoum

[Our duty is
To protect
Our land by
The sword
Our people,
Let's fight against
The foreigners
From the eagles' realm]