Letra de Verden

Today, 5000 people will die. A death of honour A holy sacrifice to the gods! Verden! This name will haunt, The christian memory. A shameful souvenir of disgrace! With WODEN by their side The Saxons are ready to die. At the Irminsul's foot Will flow the blood Of the forest child! Forgiveness, We don't know this word. In the pagan memory Will stay the souvenir, From those victim, Of the god of the south. Those children, men and women, Have chosen to die on their feet, Than obeying on their knees. Verden!