Clothed in gold, in silver, iron,

Secrets safe for evermore;

Mighty Tisza, roaring lion

Here doth lie The Scourge of God.

Gold for Wealth and gold from quarry

A tribute for the gift of life;

Birthright to a king and warrior

Taken from the foes now dead.

Silver for the god of lune-night

Riding over homeland plains

Glint of amulet in moonlight

Heralding the Eastern horde.

Iron for the strength of many,

Iron for a single heart;

Few will ever match, if any,

Terrors of The Scourge of God.

Scourge of King and Roman Caesar,

Scourge of all who stood before;

Flow forever, mighty Tisza.

Flow forever.