Our honour

our pride

belongs to you

our swords

will kill for you



All who stand aganist us

are standing against you

escort us on our way



To win this battle

guide our swords and shields



We wade through

till the victory is ours



You are the one who ensures

that our men return home proudly

you made heroes out of them

for they die as heroes



You are the king the cherusker

standing over all kings

your strength is what we remember

you live in us for all times



The spirit of the swords

forged in pagan flames

execute our will