Woven in the belts of priests
It’s the sign of God Pērkons
That adorns the banner of ours
The banner under whom we are born and we die
The banner by which we are standing with arms in our hands
We stand together as one
For the land of our fathers
We're not gonna bend
We can only be killed
There' no other way
To call yourself a Semigallian warrior
If you are not ready to spill your blood
And let it flow through this land
The sacred fire cross
Let its fire burn in our hearts
You're not allowed to tremble
When brother falls killed by your side
Don't cry or pray when the enemy's slashing
What the sons yet unborn then will judge about you
Will it be worth to be born on this ground
But now my heart shivers in pride
When I’m standing on the forefathers' land
Their blood has not been spilled in vain -
The fire cross still flames in our banner!
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