We march across the land Over the mountains grand And forests of fire The black winds of death that sweeps Through the empty cities And deserted barbed wire In this forsaken land Once ruled by the pagan man This is the hour! Here where no life dwells Where our fathers fell We'll taje back what is ours
Through Saxon land For the pagan man Germania, Germania
Rebuild the Irminsul Behold the Saxon rule With reborn glory Onward through heathen lands For the pagan man This is our glory We shall build again A kingdom without end The old rule dying Our future lies beyond In history to come Our dawn is rising
Through Saxon land For the pagan man Germania, Germania