A foolish man believes
 that he will live forever
 If he from fighting flees
 and lives the coward's way
 
 When swords and spears remain silent,
 the serpent's venom still runs strong
 as they conspire in times of peace
 the thread of your life brittles
 
 Old and weak you have grown
 A disciple of the pale Christ
 An insult to your ancestry
 You are a coward for eternity
 
 The way of the cross you have chosen,
 Your pagan soul was drowned
 A harmless baptism they called it;
 they murdered all you stood for
 
 Your body is fed, your spirit choked
 The gold they offer comes at a price
 You may be alive and breathing
 Your essence died a long time ago
 
 Ideals and comrades you betrayed
 to consort with the foes of your folk
 We may have died a long time ago
 Only to be accepted in Wuotans halls
 
 And now you die the straw death
 Despising the man you became
 Maybe alive for a little while longer,
 You are a coward for eternity