When I look around, I see a land of elevation
The land we were born, brothers in arms
Surrounded by the mightiest nature of the teutonian realm
Let's face the icy wind of a new millennium
With pride we shall speak
Of our legendary woods
Woods of uncounted tales and mystic scenes
Woods of battles and tragedies
Of mighty hills carved by the blackest valleys
My homeland, roots of my fathers!
I'm proud of my blood
My heart beats for my homeland
I'm proud of my genes
But I don't need any leader
I am my own leader
No-one shall stain this land
In reverence they shall speak
So long before our roots had grown
We have the strength in us to face the icy wind
Of this wave of weakness