Our old and Glorious past is forgotten
Our war weary warriors await the battle signal
The horn calls all to battle stations
The fate to our foe is painful death

We are break through the dark forces bravely
We fly the flag of our battle with Pride
After many battles, Victory is ours!
The Victory song is heard in the freed lands

Blood on the axe, no more mercy
Struggle in earnest, the end is Victory
The cowards cast aside his battle gear and runs for his life The
warriors stand Proudly, The Victory again

The warriors go home and embraces their family
He tells them of the battle glory Proudly
He defended the Nation, Folk, Home, and Family
Homour and Loyalty has saved our World