This is the day
(day)
and stories will tell
of the first blood
that fathers have shed
For their land
(land)
Where the old gods
still dwell
and the people
are living in dread
No giving up,
no giving in
Follow the king
The king of the tribes,
the father of state
united in rage
Chorus 1:
Repel the attack,
the fight for the taking
We take a stand
with swords
in our hands
With pride we unite,
our lives may be taken
Let the blood of Rome
stain our lands
This is the night,
(night)
the first night of men,
where together
as brothers we sing
of the fright
(fright)
in our enemies’ eyes
and the carnage
and pain we will bring
Look to the left,
look to the right
We stand side by side
For they may not roam
this place we call home,
this place we call home
Chorus 2:
Repel the attack,
the fight for the taking
We take a stand
with swords
in our hands
With pride we unite,
our lives may be taken
when we defend
where the old gods
still dwell
This is the day (x4)
when we make
our last stand
Chorus 2 (x2)