Where the eye of the hanging one sees far And the wise in Irminsul observe the stars Here the holy groves whisper Wodan's name Here our ancient Gods reside in all their fame
Angria, Eastphalia, Albingia, Westphalia The four Saxon regions united we are
The Thing gathers all so that wisdom may rule Here at the feet of our tall Irminsul So come all my people no fighting you fool Under the peace of the tall Irminsul
Here we assemble to speak peace and to speak law And to decide who shall lead us into war All the people come from near and from far There's no king here free men we are