Earth and Sky

Born of Mother Earth and Father Sky,

Travelling with the breeze.

Living like the running river,

Time as endless as the sea.

...

Yet fire and iron sweep our land,

As Bern marches on.

The time has come to make a stand,

Or our culture will be gone.

...

We shall not stop, we shall not waver,

We shall not relent.

Sacae will be ours again,

Even if all our blood is spent.