Nineteen years old, he swore a sacred oath In an ancient forest, beside a mighty oak He vowed to fight against a Marxist invasion Keeping a spark of hope alive in their nation In front of five thousand Marxists he showed his courage Tore down the red flag, they thirsted for his blood Fixed his eyes on the horizon, not a breath His victorious banner fluttered, he went to a new day
Corneliu Codreanu, the captain of an army Legionnaire's great leader, Romanian teachers Always marching forward, through the fire and battle Through torture and captivity, through death's peace Nothing could stop him, he carried the nation's sword He fears nothing on the Iron Guards trip of faith And Hell itself would have stood in their way The unit of iron would have conquered it also
