Why must I assist at their slaughter
It's always the same sentence that comes to my head
All my brothers in arms have perished
Tragically by the iron of the franks
Inside of me, the wound is deep, long to heal...
It's the symbol of my revenge, shell come from the sea...
Time has come to break the arms of tragedy
By my bleeding words justice will be dispensed
Time has come to burn the cross of infamy
And I swear it, I'll have my revenge...
Oldmen, women and children are taking the way
Of a foreign land where scorn and misery are waiting for them
The franks call their crime: "The law of the iron of god"
The cross of the Christ braves our credence
"Sachsenheim" is fed by the blood of my fellows
Henceforth I'll be called "The glade of the dead"
Woe to you hangmen, woe to you murderers
Woe to you disciples of the Christ...