Orge, Borge...
Came from Irish Lands
To spread her legend
You will be killed
By her scream
Nobody expects her coming
On the quiet lands of Gallia
A flea comes
You can't avoid
Her fury
Determined and thirsty
For your fear
"Emmi garman, garomaros litauitoutios
Sagios senos dagabivotoi obnakos slanuspe namas"
Tremble in front of my power
Poor Andecave
I declare you war!
