I carve a rune of victory in my Saxe's steel The downfall of the Bructeri their fate now sealed Suitbert the Christian fool we sent away in shame The Siegesburg stands where he lived to prove our claim No more rule of the crucified No more Christian fool And we all follow Hathagat Let the heathen rule Runes of victory Encarved in thy steel Blessed by Sahsnotas We will never yield Runes of Victory No we will never kneel Blessed by Sahsnotas The power is for real The Angrivari beaten and the Suerland in our hand Thuringia it tastes the Sax and adds to our land Büraburg, Amöneburg, the Franks hide behind walls Afraid to meet the Sax in field afraid of their own fall