Oluja se sprema,Mjesec nadire s istoka,u svojoj snazi,zapocinje oluja.Pjev sirena,zakletva krvi,spremni za gorki kraj,marširamo mi prvi.
Dok vjetar obavija gore,naš prah na polju,zlatne snove upija povijest,dok čelik piše pobjede.
Pjev sirena,zakletva krvi,spremni za gorki kraj,marširamo mi prvi.
Dok vjetar obavija gore,naš prah na polju,zlatne snove upija povijest,dok čelik piše pobjede.
Piše pobjede, piše pobjede... x2
A storm is preparing,the Moon is coming up on the east,in all of its power,the storm is starting.The singing of the sirens,the oath of blood,ready for a bitter end,we march first.
While the wind is covering the hills,our dust on the field remains,the golden dreams absorbs the history,while the steel writes the victories.
The singing of the sirens,the oath of blood,ready for a bitter end,we march first.
While the wind is covering the hills,our dust on the field remains,the golden dreams absorbs the history,while the steel writes the victories.
Writes the victories, writes the victories x2