We're marching through the ages
our roots to unfold
and searching for our own souls
through pain with sword we go
We've heard their voices we've seen them all
the wind is blowing their breaths their songs
The greatness of an eagle the magic of the stones
the signs of immortal truth
our hard and lonely road
And always fighting with sword our blood
the path of glory is thee homeland
it fills our blood
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