There, where it's said that the sun dies
Its woods were deep,
The ravens flew over you,
Land of brave warriors.
Here, where honour laws ruled
Dark cult to mother earth
And the mountains were sacred,
Land of glorious past.
Iberia, that's why we'll take revenge,
For the blood of our pagan ancestors.
Iberia, that's why we honour you
With our dark pagan howls.
Now where we raise our swords
Death doesn't mind
As bloody hordes will fight,
Land of brave warriors.
We'll devastate everything that has stained you,
Ashes will purify you, land of glorious past.
Iberia, that's why we'll take revenge,
For the blood of our pagan ancestors.
Iberia, that's why we honour you
With our dark pagan howls.
That will be the end of the christian dominion,
Our land will be illuminated by their burning churches,
The wolf will defeat the lamb.