The setting sun
Is lighting up the lake.
That was placed behind
The wooded and hilly land.
Who knows the truth,
Who can tell me why
The Mighty Dragon
Is lying on the ground?

The Pride of the Legends
of the Ancient Times
Open Your golden eyes!
Spread your wings -
In Flames You was born.
The Shaman begins
To blow a silver horn.

Here were respected
Just and almighty Gods
At dawn of the Europe
In the extensive Celtic Lands.
The Fiery Dragon
Will rise his proud head
The mighty defender
Of the ancient native Land.

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