Bibunt omnes sine meta. Quamvis bibant mente leta, Sic nos rodunt omnes gentes Et sic erimus Sentries of fisterra wake Gallant masses stir Thy kingly spirit throned among the hills A call to arms young hopefuls Fields of burning toil Beware of bleeding visions shattered Fear not the thunder Where the earth meets the sky Slave to the irons Thy kingdom shall come Wake from dreams to unfolding demons Break the spell binding with chains Rage against the old tradition Heed the voice singing courage in the storm Arise in mass from peaceful slumber Providence draws near Craven tyrants cringe before our wrath Sentries of fisterra wake Gallant masses stir Thy kingly spirit throned among the hills