O mighty war Gods, mist-breathing doorkeepers of the Otherworld, Hearken now my last words
Into battle I must, the fray I shall embrace and with sword of bronze I will fight our enemies!
Come with us, fight steadfast
Rivers run red with blood!
Freedom calls, hunder rolls
Make them pay ere we die!
Brooding in silence lost in the deep serenity of the woodland glade
The bonfire crackles
The stream is flowing tranquil
I want my son to remember me a hero, not a coward
Come with us, fight steadfast
Rivers run red with blood!
Freedom calls, thunder rolls
Make them pay ere we die!
My bow of yew and my hounds I leave unto thee my son, for I shall not know the pride watching your first hunt
Goddess mother, under thy protection I leave my beloved wife
Dry her tears and comfort for I shall not return to keep her warm
Against the legions of Rome there can be no victory
So we only ask of the Morrigan for a warrior's death
Holy thunder, fires of Taranis
We know not fear, pain or defeat!
Spears can pierce, run my body through
Yet my spirit shall forever fight!
When I die I will to the sky
Where the Gods shall welcome me as kin!