اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Inclement, the hand of our
Ancestors felt over them
With pride and honor made of iron
No one of us can die
The battle cries float like the fog
At the final of the night
Cantabria, the unconquered land
The gods kept the coffin of our heroes
With the symbol of the nocturnal divinity
Glory, souls of our forefathers
Your axes rest forever into the andara's lake
To leave you immortal energy fly across the skies
Invencible as the power of the storm
Into the heart of darkness
With furor, our north iberian sadness and pride
Cantabria, the unconquered land
