Текст песни Громовник - Ferg

Are you worthy of Erin, my brother?
Are you worthy of the land of your ancestors?
Their bodies have long been covered with grass,
But memory through the years calls for revenge.

How can you put up with a slave's share
To be a pathetic lump of malleable clay?
After all, there are streams of fire in your veins,
Blood of warriors, bards, poets, druids ...

My brother, let us cleanse our country,
Let the flame break free again!
Beat-kill the aliens horde,
Smash the foreign law with steel!

Fills hearts with anger and rage
Pain for the desecrated father's house.
Hit-kill, and not a step back!
Avalon awaits the fallen in battle!