Cult

This is the land

The land of our ancestors

The fire of our hearts...

The great Celtiberia

Another were the glorious times of the pagan splendour

Two great villages: The mighty Celtics and the sage Iberians

Swords and shields united with the same finality...

To defend the territory of the invader

At the heart of the forest

The pagan men congregate

The union of clans will be the sign of fraternity

Reverence and union of the clans

A great kingdom is born of Celtics and Iberians

The great Celtiberia is borned of two great villages

We'll guard from our fortified castors

In the high up of the watch tower

The concord will prevail

The accord will determine at the Holy Teseras

We'll guide us under the sky and stars

Preserving the cult to the millenary idols

Woods and mountains will be our hut

None culture will be stronger than ours

We are La Tene?s sons

When the new race forged

We are in carry of the banner of hate

Which will endure for ever and ever

Our race doesn't set back

Death better to fall in the invader's presence

This is the land

The land of our ancestors

The fire of our hearts...

The great Celtiberia