"We knew thee of old
Oh divinely restored
By the lights of thine eyes
And the lights of thy sword
From the graves of our slain
Shall thy valor prevail
As we greet thee again
Hail liberty hail
Yet behold now thy sons
With impetuous breath
Go forth to the fight
Seeking freedom or death
Long time didst thou dwell
Mid the people that mourn
Awaiting some voice that
Should bid thee return
And we saw thee sad eyes
The tears on thy cheeks
While the raiment was dyed
In the blood of the greeks
Yet behold now thy sons
With impetuous breath
Go forth to the fight
Seeking freedom or death"
The shadows of tyranny
Is layed over all
But brothers and sisters,
Our freedom will come
Soon be strong
We will fight on the sea
And on the land
We will spill for you our blood
We will never become slaves
Freedom or death is our fate