I Wake The Dragon (Promachos)

I wake the dragon with ten horns and spikes
I summon the son of the Typhon
Behold the red with his hooves of iron
Come and strike for me, send your fire
Let them come
To be killed to be burned
To be dead by my sword
To be killed to be burned
To be dead by my sword

So courage! Hold straight each with shield on the front
Gods didn't turn away their face from us
Stand firm with both feet nailed to the ground
Having hatred in soul for the enemy
Let them fall
To be killed to be burned