Brethren, be you now alert
On every river’s swelling tide
Our homesteads burn and souls between
While sacred woodland wasted lie

Beneath the stems un-wavered
As legions roll through soil and camp
Warriors all, now firm and fearless
Ascend to mighty heights and sing

To the foes of men, defiance
Undaunted then, no looks behind
The voice of freedom rushing ever onwards
As the night shall close around

Sleep now, then wakе again
Ready for the storming maelstrom
Gathеred on the open plains
Seething in a hellish fervour

Loose not helm nor buckler
Show no rest to men of war
Brethren, be you now alert
For tyrants sail onto our shore

Over ridges steep of war
Through cloven ranks of battle
Golden tor and sword together
Flashing then through storms of iron

An arm with spear uplifting signs
A beacon of rebellion burns