In times that give birth to darkness.
they are the ones who guard the light, the light.
and far from the eyes of our enemy, they guard the lives of the Rhomioi.
No matter if the wind is against us, and there are many, many traitors around, the flame of faith will rage until the night resembles dawn.

The last faithful, the sons of Christ, fight with the only shield, their love for their homeland.
The last faithful, the blood guards, fight with body and spirit, to resurrect the race again.

And when that day comes, when victory will shine brightly, brightly, it will be those who, with torches in their hands, will have the mission of purification.

The perpetrators of terrible betrayal will be thrown into the blackest cell, cell, and the offspring of inferiority in the land of the Rhomioi will become a libation.

The last faithful, the sons of Christ, fight with the only shield, their love for their homeland.
The last faithful, the blood guards, fight with body and spirit, to resurrect the race again.

Fatherland, God, Family, and Above all Hellas!