The dawn whispers of blood today
A crimson star oe’r Beotia
The fierce flames of a Roman son
Shall burn forthright our chariots
Gold and grey
And yet trembling beside me now
The bravest born of Beotia
His thunderous heart resounds within
Forever joined in valor by the sword
And should rivals upon us tread
And spill out blood on Beotia
Behold, high oe’r Chaeronea
Your lover riding victorious
The fiercest flames now a fiery shield
Out steed and our chariot await
Should death cleave unto destiny
Remember us, dear Beotia
Your loyal lovers' Sacred Band
Whose fate with courage layed
A force with which all earthly
Fear was stayed