Under der Krônen wâ Wintro ist Hêrre   Wart ich gewâfent gen Minne und Fêind   Staimbort und Suertu wâren mîn Frouwe   Der ich schênkte Bluomen von Bluat      Exhaustedly, I leave the fields of winter   My sword is rusted, for steel is the mirror of my soul   I shed their blood frozen statues from the glacial race   But now I shroud my horns in lethe   And nevermore they shall emblazon me      Unto the gardens of vigor and warmth   I trudge a long time, but far is my bourne   Where Father's snow melts and spring flowers sprout   I sleep to wake up in my mother's arms   And I thaw       Clothe me with colors and feed me with glee   As my weapons corrode by the aestival kiss   My craving for glory and might I'll subdue   After the fruits of ephermeral pulchritude      Sweet and vinous the trees pour their wealth   And my youth and beauty return   Mid my sisters I cheerfully dance   As milk flows from my breast      I extol the female God before the altar of the sun   For her gift of peace and stainless pulchritude   Love me, just the loss of thoughts can grant me bright felicity   In mere illusions of her esoteric lies      Six hundred dreams have passed in the garden of thornless pleasures   I am summer's daughter and embellish paradise   But still my legions conquer for the throne of winter   And ice that swallowed all the world now besieges this Reich      Ferocious hordes unsheathe and vanquish Eden   Without compassion they rape for I'm weak and frail   Inferior, I die as frost covers my body   But braced by hate I will return   To the vast of my gorgeous fatherland