(reciting) To know defeat and endure, is an honorable thing.
But to grow complacent in your victories – is a shameful act.
by Józef Piłsudski
We’re riding for glory, the soldiers of faith,
on our mighty steeds to far distant land.
Together we’re fearless, together we’re brave.
We take no prisoners, we send foes to grave.
Tonight we stand for a fight.
With fury our swords strike.
And your name shall be our guide,
when it’s time for us to die.
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We are the soldiers, brothers in arms.
Fighting for glory in the name of God.
We are the soldiers, we are the chosen ones.
Army of Salvation comes.
Our faith makes us stronger, our fears we have lost.
With pride we are wearing the sign of the cross.
Through heart of the desert to battle we came
to tear down the walls of Jerusalem.
We k** without remorse,
with power of our swords.
We die without regret.
Our fate is already set.
chorus
Tonight we will stand to fight.
With fury our swords will strike.
And your name shall be our guide,
when it’s time for us to die.
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