The Last Division Lyrics

The first war is lost, but hope's alive
our division holds the eastern borders
make the olah bleed for every piece of soil
standing for our oath, against the Antant-orders.

Kolozsvár is lost, it has almost torn the heart
with tears in our eyes we're leaving the station
many thousands fled from barbaric revenge
firing the flame of our nation's annihilation.

Hungary is cut to pieces by demarcation lines
the Carpats break the echoes of hungarian prayers
the capitol's in silence, it's lost to apathy
the government is led by communist betrayers.

Romanians before us, red cowards behind
every bullet honours the names of our elders
who swore the oath many centuries ago
to defend Erdély against treacherous invaders.

The supplies stolen by the infamous Lenin-boys
the land of my birth lost to inhuman creatures
fighting till the blood runs through my veins
my sword tears the skull of a communist preacher.

Also the brave fall at the end, when fate is fulfilled
our last breath accomplishes the final mission
blood and death writing the pages of history
and the remembrance of the Székely division.