I ride! 
With the winds I ride! 
On my warhourse 
I ride to the battlefield 
Inspired by flames of hated 
Of my honor and of my pride! 
In the distance 
Far 
I can see the smoke 
Of my flaming homland 
Burnt by the foe 
And I will not rest 
Until I have revenged 
All the dead oens of my blood 
Day or night 
Be clear or stormy 
The sky - for my motherland 
Europa erwache! 
Nothing or none shall never 
Scape from my wrath 
From my sword!