our ancestors fought for freedom we choose to inherit their honour raising our weapons high and doing poetical justice we follow the flame of their tradition keeping the spirit alive to live long enough to see our enemy s dying skiltron now no matter how outnumbered we never give up an army of hungry savages we are fighting with passion in pursuit of rising never going backwards but constantly marching with fire in our veins our body boils up furiously in flames when battle is calling impaling their bodies and crashing their bones we shall demonstrate the freedom we re born with hold on your pikes and be ready for the attack the enemy is in line skiltron now hold on your pikes as you take care of your lives rage will lead us skiltron now 