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Our ancestors fought for freedom, |
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We choose to inherit their honour. |
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Raising our weapons high |
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And doing poetical justice. |
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We follow the flame of their tradition, |
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Keeping the spirit alive |
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To live long enough to see our enemy's dying... |
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Skiltron... Now... |
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No matter how outnumbered, we never give up, |
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An army of hungry savages we are, |
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Fighting with passion in pursuit of rising. |
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Never going backwards but constantly marching. |
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With fire in our veins our body boils up |
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Furiously in flames when battle is calling. |
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Impaling their bodies, and crashing their bones |
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We shall demonstrate the freedom we're born with. |
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Hold on your pikes, and be ready for the attack, |
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The enemy is in line, Skiltron now! |
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Hold on your pikes, as you take care of your lives, |
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Rage will lead us, Skiltron now! |
