| Brewed deep in hell, the wise men said |
| Caelia is the warrior’s health |
| It’s so easy to prepare |
| Drinking it gives you a beard |
| So take a pot, and fill with wheat |
| And wait 'til the water boils |
| Open your throat and drink a toast |
| It’s more that a ritual |
| Approaching the wall, they call us to war |
| Ready to raze our land |
| They are looking for a fight, |
| And we are ready to strike |
| So take your jar and drink it all |
| To feed and heal your angry blood |
| You are strong, your mind explodes, |
| Together we go to war |
| Learnt and given by our ancient gods |
| Since the past, Caelia stayed with us |
| Now we drink like our ancestors |
| So we are strong! |
| Come with us to win another battle |
| Before fight we drink as brothers |
| Come with us to win another battle |
| Raise your swords and get ready to strike |
| Come with us to win another battle |
| See the vultures flying around you |
| If you win, if you lose, they’ll eat, that’s for sure |
| So take care and win to fight against |
| Bloodstained corpses, the clash of swords |
| Beating with no remorse |
| Caelia’s running through your veins |
| If you’re hurt, you feel no pain |
| Rip his head off and show your wrath |
| Defeating them one by one |
| Someone falls, you’d better run |
| Another one bites the dust |