Frankenland

Yet once more let us look upon the North Sea
Behold the lands, where our folk and kin roamed free
Ancient echoes from distant valleys, where once afar
Elder cults practised in sacred woods, pagan fires under many a star
Ethics of valour, codes of ancient pride
Now long gone, the archaic Gods in hide
Fled seem to have the olden souls too
But if one listens carefully, they might reach through
For if one has an olden spirit, a centuries-old hart
Forgotten chants might echo, hear th ancient bard
Scaldic poetry of runes, of victory and defeat
Vague sounds of song, an ancient heartbeat
Avondland, in het hart gebrand
Oud Germanenland
Alas the ancients faded, centuries shred a cloud
Over what once was, the songs no longer loud
Avondland, in het hart gebrand
Ziel verbrand, oud Germanenland
Life is no fairy tale, survival of the fittest, true
Blood, sweat and tears, battles to pull through
Ethics of valour, codes of ancient pride
Now long gone, the archaic Gods in hide
Fled seem to have the olden souls too
But if one listens carefully, they might reach through
Life no fairy tale, survival of the fittest, true
Blood, sweat and tears, battles to pull through
But if not for our forefathers there would be none of us
Passed on the torch, to the ancients loyalty thus
Avondland! Frankenland!
Avondland! Frankenland!