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