(İKraft 2002)

lost glory of mine...
come back!
cover me with golden legends
and epic stories

no more will we stare
to the world's despise
we despize more than them
we're greater...

in this time of cowardness
we rise with our flag
we chant our glory
and kill them all

proud of the lusitanian legacy
i'll lead the killing
freeing our land from the cross
destroying their temples

no more they'll praise their lies
no more deceiving...
for each lie you'll suffer
into the fire of my hell

fucking bastards you try to kill my mother...
my land
now you'll pay...
the darkness that comes
is a little sight of what is to come
you'll see how you'll suffer
for unpurify my country...