Skiltron

Our ancestors fought for freedom
We choose to inherit their honour
Raising our weapons high
And doing poetical justice
We follow the flame of their tradition
Keeping the spirit alive
To live long enough to see our enemy's dying...
Skiltron... Now...

No matter how outnumbered, we never give up
An army of hungry savages we are
Fighting with passion in pursuit of rising
Never going backwards but constantly marching

With fire in our veins our body boils up
Furiously in flames when battle is calling
Impaling their bodies, and crashing their bones
We shall demonstrate the freedom we're born with

Hold on your pikes, and be ready for the attack
The enemy is in line, Skiltron now!
Hold on your pikes, as you take care of your lives
Rage will lead us, Skiltron now!

Hold on your pikes, and be ready for the attack
The enemy is in line, Skiltron now!
Hold on your pikes, as you take care of your lives
Rage will lead us, Skiltron now!