In memory of the Germanic tribes whose spirit still burns in me, And will never fade away, hail to thee "Bezit sterft, families sterven Jijzelf zult sterven als zij Maar één ding weet ik, dat eeuwig leeft De heldenroem van de dode." From this grey land of mist and rain Batavian blood still flows through my veins Barbarism, is what I adore Time after time, it leads me to war. "Veni, vidi, vici..." Is what you said old Roman emperor Ik kwam, ik zag en overwon Is what we say today... ha ha Reunited Germanic tribes Proud and strong, like we've never been away. Batavieren, Eburonen, Nerviërs, Friezen en Teutonen, Verenigt u en sta als één Want angst, dat kennen wij voor geen!!! Germanic tribes unite your forces Take up your arms and ride your horses Raise your swords engraved with (mighty) runes Perpare yourselves when you hear the battle tunes Impetuous, stormy and combative Will lead us to apocalyptic violence Totally controlled by a blind pugnacity Yes, that will be the "Bellum Germanicum" Just after that we will be free Oh... "Bellum Germanicum"... finally Ik kwam, ik zag en overwon Is what we say today... ha ha Reunited Germanic tribes Like we've never been away! "Bellum Germanicum"