Ordo Militum Christi [English translation]

Divine lights fill their souls

The blood of stars, they march at dawn

They blow the trumpets in the battle

They announce seas of blood and pain

They come from the southern horizon

They are the templar knights of God

Divine lights fill their souls

The blood of stars, they march at dawn

The fugitives wear blood-stained muds

And the knights will disappear

Wild horses raise dust

They don't favour the sons of God

Divine lights fill their souls

The blood of stars, they march at dawn

Forged of iron on the outside

Armed with faith on the inside

Solemn soldiers who do not fight

But rather defend what they believe

Glorious will be the return from the ruthless battle

Blessed be the death, that marks1them

as martyrs

They will perish in combat

1. lit. brands