Carmina Bellica

Upon the pinions of the wind

A call is carried forth

And sets our banners high

Fills our hearts with pride!

Swear the warrior's oath

On the shrine of the war-god

Carve runes upon your sword

And enemy hearts alike!

Songs of war signs my sword

Sound the charge we go to war!

Songs of war and glories old

Shall be rsung in our halls!

We stand beleaguered by foes and fire

Courage still in our eyes

Phalanx, hold the line!

Men of Hyperborea

Your time is come to ride

Lo! Your grim gods are aligned

Pon the ramparts of the sky!

Songs of war signs my sword

Sound the charge we go to war!

Songs of war and glories old

Shall be rsung in our halls!

"Show them Hyperborean might

O pride of the empire!

Today the field shall be thine

Bring them to their knees!

Crush their idols to the ground

Ride their armies down!

Let us take up the cry: Vae Victis!"