An eagle sits upon wreaths crest
Hunting the ravenous pillage of all
Mining through the scattered wealth-less
Among a gathering storm
Does the heathen man be not of home
Be not of tribe
In long forgotten sacrifice
We honor to the Gods
Our unity of will
Bounty whole of starving children
And last they cry, our wives
And abandon thee, our parent
Into long forgotten age
Pouring torrents of darkened hour
A child sits among unrest
Through filthy trialed abundant rain
Near mothers late of breath
This day be less of pennant
Psalm, dream and wish besieged
Stood firm in arm together
To fight for what believed
To men stood firm in greatness
While death assured to all
We avow our faith in brother
Till departed breath in Gaul
In battle to fallen embankment
In fire burned fertile land
For piercing these Legions of crimson
Immersed in the colors of death
These halls spoke grand near of combat
Foreign bane entrenched our death
We shall speak as ancestor of century
We sleep in the annals of time
Decide what you will choose
Through freedom grown in forest and nature
Men of thought and thew
Children strong of bone
In this life we've had guilt
Through seasons grown strong under broad shield
In scorn fall
In our homeland