We must prevent the flood of natural streams
with their stupid ideologies like their God, behind the near eastern horizon.

People came from forlorn wastelands where no flowers grow
and stones overcast the landscapes, the landscapes and their reason.

Rain falls daily like the ale in the night,
nights to fall into delirious oblivions, and wish that the mourning never comes, but it does.
Sun burns daily like terror and war,
war against feeble-minded religion, and also for treasures that the earth hides.

and back again though ancient forests, no longer
wrath on your shoulder, on the way back to pagan lands.
and back again in our domestic fortresses
carry the northern glory, to the shores of the North Sea.

Everlasting back and forth insinde love and hate,
from love to hate and back from hate to love and through death!!!

... and when we come frome the forelands and fathom the northern lands
then we are the exstrangerous, but I am sure this part is welcome there
and here is myfinal destination!