Long years have gone by

Years of slavery and shame

Until the time torise up and fight

To claim freedom for my land, came!

Epirus shall be no more under the yoke

Of the Ottoman invaders and their foul hordes!

I am s son of a Byzantine empire

Hellenic is the blood that pumps in my heart!

Black is the eagle that flies on my flag

Porphyry skies surrounding ebon wings

Men hoist high the battle standart of the Empire

Freedom is word we sing across the land!

Mongrels of the Sultan

Goaded here for blood

You shall know me by name

And shiver when I come...

In Christendom the princes

Call me lord Kastriotis

And to the Muslims I am known

As Iskender Bey the fierce!

Black is the eagle that flies on my flag

Porphyry skies surrounding ebon wings

Men hoist high the battle standart of the Empire

Freedom is word we sing across the land!

Betrayed by the west

And left alone to fight

I held the line of defense

With but a handful of men!

Our swords shall mark

The dawn of victory

Or a hero's grave

Wherein we'll rest

For all eternity – just like our kin

Descended from Hercules

Returning with our shield

Or as corpses dorne upon it!