My land
Where the woods conceal the shadows of the night
Where the winds sow with snow the high mountains
And furious sea breaks against abrupt shelving
As the storm whip the reared sky

Pagan westland arise again, in hate
Gods of war descend to earth
From your eternal kingdom of Fury
March brave sons of the celtic nations
Pagan westland arise again with glory and pride

We fight for our lands. For our traditions
Pagan westland arise again
Over the valleys spund old battle hymns

My land
Where the trees entwine themselves on endless labyrinths
Where the sharp winds caress meadows and hills
And the wolves bark at the moon
On gelid winter night
As the woods dream with fables suspended on time