The forests burned the lakes dried up Our churches lay in ruins
From dying trees withered leaves fall Like our brothers in war
Against a new 'n faceless world Where's no pride 'n honour
But in my heart I'm pagan Like our Forefathers
But I still walk the path of ancestors
I fight until throb my heart 'n die like Lord Koppány!
Where's that sun what glared on me when I went to die or win Where's that moon what shone on me in the night to keep my dream Where's that breeze what touched my face and the winds' soft embrace...