The Call Of My Land

I hear the voice, my land is calling me, and that call is enemy's sword in the heart

Murmur of the oaks and moans of the forests, screams of the rivers, and weeping of the streams

And a dumb look of the lakes so green, is bringing the news of my enemies to me.

Black are their clothes, greedy are their beasts-like looks

They have the law of sword, they have the fight of blood

My Land, let me ease your pain, let me give you strength

The forest is embraced with wrathful noise, and I can see the ray of your dawn

With sun it shall gleam on the steel, when it's time for war.