Keltoi - Blood Of My Ancestors
Swords drawn - a silver gleam,
Marching into war, fulfilling their dream.
To die in battle was always their pride,
Mounting their horses on the ill fated ride.
Knowing nothing except of glory,
Onwards charging into the books of history.
And as they drew their very last breath,
They were proud of their heroic death.
Marching through all lands far and wide,
Spirit of brotherhood - side by side.
To defend the nation they so loved,
Now their blood stains history's page.
Never to be forgotten, their death's were not in vain;
We shall never forget, how they were slain.
Our blood is our spirit, our spirit is our race.
Our race is our nation, our nation is our ancestor's blood!
Dead but not forgotten
Our forefather's fell,
When they shall rise?
The wind only can tell.
Letras Keltoi