| Imi gdonios riios rijiaspe toutias | |
| The mountains trembled | |
| When the Antumnos' doors opened wide | |
| The ancient one stepped forth | |
| To bring to justice the grim tyrants | |
| A withered-skinned old man | |
| Divine Logos upon him | |
| His words alike the arrows in his quiver | |
| We followed him | |
| Our ears tethered to the divine tongue | |
| The ancient wise of Antumnos | |
| Our burning strength - our beacon light - our freedom's drown | |
| On the day of strife | |
| Two daughters born in pain | |
| To the reign of life | |
| Their dawning glory will shine | |
| "Seseroneos! Ferocious giant o Tauriscus! You wroth bull | |
| Long enough have you trampled over these lands!" | |
| A raddled aged man | |
| Vanquished the oppressor | |
| And reclaimed the lands of the West | |
| Our salvation - our victory | |
| As our lands bloomed again | |
| And Celtos' children grew | |
| Ogmios returned to Antumnos | |
| To attend Gobanno's feast |