The Haidamaky — “Knights of Vengeance”
“Haidamaky” they call us, unrelenting and stern,
With the wrongs of our nation for vengeance we burn.
Our forebears were tortured; our grandsons shall be
Unless we will show them how men may be free.
Haidamaky they call us, forever the same,
And we lay down our lives, caring nothing for fame.
For the time long has passed when the yoke pressed us sore:
If a hundred shall fall there are yet thousands more.
Out of misery’s chains the trampled slaves rise,
And to Freedom’s bright flag they will lift dazzled eyes.
Truth and courage for oath, and our Vengeance for breath—
Haidamaky they call us, men who fear not their death.