Balkanska - Manntra

Oluja se sprema,

Mjesec nadire s istoka,

u svojoj snazi,

zapocinje oluja.

Pjev sirena,

zakletva krvi,

spremni za gorki kraj,

marširamo mi prvi.

Dok vjetar obavija gore,

naš prah na polju,

zlatne snove upija povijest,

dok čelik piše pobjede.

Pjev sirena,

zakletva krvi,

spremni za gorki kraj,

marširamo mi prvi.

Dok vjetar obavija gore,

naš prah na polju,

zlatne snove upija povijest,

dok čelik piše pobjede.

Piše pobjede, piše pobjede...

Piše pobjede, piše pobjede...

The storm is coming,

The moon is rising from the east,

in its strength,

the storm begins.

Siren siren,

blood oath

ready for the bitter end,

we march first.

As the wind wraps up,

our dust in the field,

golden dreams are absorbed by history,

while steel writes victories.

Siren siren,

blood oath

ready for the bitter end,

we march first.

As the wind wraps up,

our dust in the field,

golden dreams are absorbed by history,

while steel writes victories.

He writes victories, he writes victories ...

He writes victories, he writes victories ...