Inclement, the hand of our
Ancestors felt over them
With pride and honor made of iron
No one of us can die

The battle cries float like the fog
At the final of the night
Cantabria, the unconquered land
The gods kept the coffin of our heroes

With the symbol of the nocturnal divinity
Glory, souls of our forefathers
Your axes rest forever into the andara's lake
To leave you immortal energy fly across the skies

Invencible as the power of the storm
Into the heart of darkness
With furor, our north iberian sadness and pride
Cantabria, the unconquered land