I walk the path of ancestors

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...

Come... Walk my path!