I swore an oath to my fatherland
To the devils elite forces
I fear neither war nor God
On the anvil of war, with brutal force
And the hammer of discipline striking
I've learned to cope with though conditions
K31
We are delighted where heaven boils
We get energy from the lightning bolts
We are the rage of the skies
With the beating of wings we swiftly move
Crossing land, crossing oceans
Where the war is ablaze, you'll find us
K3 (Hunters) K3 (Warriors)
Oathsworn, airborne
Hear the rotors move
Oathsworn, airborne
A brotherhood of chosen few
And should I fall in the midst of battle
Bury me with my beret still on
Together with my assault rifle
Tell my mother that when I died
You could see me smiling happily
While sacrificing my life with discipline
K3 (Hunters) K3 (Warriors)
1. Swedish military unit of paratroopers.