I ride!
With the winds I ride!
On my warhourse
I ride to the battlefield
Inspired by flames of hated
Of my honor and of my pride!

In the distance
Far
I can see the smoke
Of my flaming homland
Burnt by the foe
And I will not rest
Until I have revenged
All the dead oens of my blood

Day or night
Be clear or stormy
The sky - for my motherland
Europa erwache!
Nothing or none shall never
Scape from my wrath
From my sword!