Bibunt omnes sine meta.
Quamvis bibant mente leta,
Sic nos rodunt omnes gentes
Et sic erimus.
Sentries of Fisterra wake
Gallant masses stir
Thy kingly spirit throned among the hills
A call to arms young hopefuls
Fields of burning toil
Beware of bleeding visions shattered
Fear not the thunder
Where the earth meets the sky
Slave to the irons
Thy kingdom shall come
Wake from dreams to unfolding demons
Break the spell binding with chains
Rage against the old tradition
Heed the voice singing courage in the storm
Arise in mass from peaceful slumber
Providence draws near
Craven tyrants cringe before our wrath
Sentries of Fisterra wake
Gallant masses stir
Thy kingly spirit throned among the hills
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comFear not the thunder
Where the earth meets the sky
Slave to the irons
Thy kingdom shall come