The great celtiberia

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