The dawn whispers of blood today A crimson star o'er Beotia The fierce flames of a Roman son Shall burn forthright our chariots gold and grey. And yet trembling beside me now The bravest born of Beotia. His thunderous heart resounds within Forever joined in valor by the sword. And should rivals upon us tread And spill our blood on Beotia Behold high o'er Chaeronea Your lover riding victorious The fiercest flames now a fiery shield, Our steed and our chariot await... Should death cleave unto destiny Remember us dear Beotia, Your loyal lover's Sacred Band Whose fate with courage laid A force with which all earthly fear was stayed.