In a distant past, a people fought
Brothers divided among each other
Once torn apart
Old order would perish
Tie of blood cut through by the sword
Separation determined by faith
Hate and envy, strife between brothers
When the tribe splits itself in two
Then rises our people
From the ashes of the brother's ties
Unity lost
Batavi born
There where the sun sinks, there where the Rhine disappears
Beyond the horizon lies the land where our fate leads us
Driven from our land in blood and striving for
Downstream we travel, there awaits us a new beginning