The hot coal from the cheeks*
?and the broken heart? in fours,
With swords stretched across their backs,
That was the world of the Devil.
Sent to earth before time
S? do? what others can't,
A man made of steel and gall
What doesn't stop even dead.
Was it our page? of gold,
Clip? of last courage,
Time with dragon eyes
?and the dream of gold and jade.
With the sword written in history,
Leave us? of iron covenant,
S? We hold Wallachia in our hearts
and the holy, coveted land.