It's the sacred firecross woven in the belts of priests, it's the sign of god Perkons That adorns the banner of ours the banner under which we are born and we die the banner by which we are standing with arms in our hands We stand together as one for the land of our fathers We're not gonna bend We can only be k**ed there's no other way to call yourself a Semigallian warrior if you are not ready to spill your blood and let it flow through this land The sacred firecross let its fire burns in our hearts You're not allowed to tremble When brother falls k**ed by your side don't cry or pray when the enemy's slashing what the sons yet unborn then will judge about you will it be worth to be born on this ground But now my heart shivers in pride when I'm standing on the forefather's land their blood has not been spilled in vain - the firecross still flames in our banner