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Inclement, the hand of our

ancestors felt over them

with pride and honor made of iron

no one of us can die

the battle cries float like the fog

at the final of the night

Cantabria, the Unconquered Land

the gods kept the coffin of our heroes

with the symbol of the Nocturnal Divinity

Glory, souls of our forefathers

your axes rest forever into the Andara's Lake

to leave you immortal energy fly across the skies

invencible as the power of the storm

into the heart of darkness

with furor, our North Iberian Sadness and Pride

Cantabria, the Unconquered Land