This is the land The land of our ancestors The fire of our hearts The great Celtiberia Another were the glorious times of the pagan splendour Two great villages, The mighty Celtics and the sage Iberians Swords and shields united with the same finality To defend the territory of the invader At the heart of the forest The pagan men congregate The union of clans will be the sign of fraternity Reverence and union of the clans A great kingdom is born of Celtics and Iberians The great Celtiberia is borned of two great villages We'll guard from our fortified castors In the high up of the watch tower The concord will prevail The accord will determine at the Holy Teseras We'll guide us under the sky and stars Preserving the cult to the millenary idols Woods and mountains will be our hut none culture will be stronger than ours We are La Tene's sons When the new race forged We are in carry of the banner of hate Which will endure for ever and ever Our race doesn't set back Death better to fall in the invader's presence This is the land The land of our ancestors The fire of our hearts The great Celtiberia
