Germania

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