Winter will come
The house is almost finished
With a Hall fit for a king
As the winds outside are raging
Inside we will drink and sing

Then that knock on the door
Changing our world for ever more

A threat from the south
Eager to change our way of life

We must take a stand
To protect our Saxon home land
As we gather
On sacred grounds

Meet me at the Irminsul
Where we gather our kinsmen
So meet me at the Irminsul
Meet me at the Irminsul

'Cause we are ready for war

Now winter is here
But we are unable to feel the cold
We keep ourselves warm
With the labour of battle
In this enormous storm of steel

Engulfed by the enemy
Betrayed from within the ranks

Betrayed and enslaved
Bestolen and deprived

Now it's up to our offspring
A hard challenge awaits them
As they gather
On sacred grounds

Come to the Irminsul
And gather the kinsmen
So gather at the Irminsul
The Irminsul