| Only recently I failed, and yet I bore no punishment
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| So here’s the tale, a battle lost — the fields beside Callinicum
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| The Persians swept into our lands, (and) on Easter Day we came in range
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| The men were firm, they wanted blood on this, a day meant for the Lord
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| But bound to fast, we tired quick
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| And so the Persians rolled us up
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| Awoken from the mist of haunted, dim-lit daydreams, I sharply snap back into
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| focus
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| Our ally Hilderic in former Roman Africa has been imprisoned by (a) usurper
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| Ocean waves slap the hull
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| Sunbeams yonder pierce the clouds
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| Our destiny, the liberate our kinsmen who, as of now, face persecution
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| O stavros nika, oh let there be light!
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| I’ll bear my cross of guilt and walk up to the mark
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| O stavros nika, oh let there be light
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| May I redeem myself from Callinicum
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| Our mission is holy, as the Vandals permit piracy and persecute the orthodox
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| This isn’t vainglory, but rather just reconquest
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| So Gelimer, your time is nigh!
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| Ocean waves slap the hull
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| Sunbeams yonder pierce the clouds
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| On either side, my wife and godson stand proud
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| And back at home, our daughter waits
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| O stavros nika, oh let there be light
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| I’ll bear my cross of shame and march on through the mire
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| O stavros nika, oh let there be light
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| May I redeem myself from Callinicum
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| Golden rays crack the clouds
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| Shimmering shoreline smiles
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| Oh my God, hear our prayers
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| Condescend out of mercy
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| Give us strength, give us courage
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| Let us fear you evermore
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| And my wife, Antonina
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| May she be ever be my side |