"This is us!
Born to helmet and shield,
Chosen to protect the land,
To the king his officer,
Faithful to our old customs,
In the midst of our peasants,
This is us! We sow our fields,
We cherish our forests,
For child and grandchild.
You mock the ancestors?!
The guardians They are of the only goods,
Which are not for sale to you.
We stand with a stiff neck In the market's haggling and toiling In strict knighthood.
In silence we want To preserve the country's best:
German peasant strength!"