In a distant past, a people fought
Brothers divided amongst themselves
Once as one, forever torn
Old order would fall
Bond of blood severed by the sword
Division ruled by fate
Hate and envy, fratricide
When the tribe divides in two
Then our people rises
From the ashes of the bond of brothers
Unity lost
Batavians born
Where the sun sinks, where the Rhine disappears
Beyond the horizon lies the land where fate leads us
Driven from our land, one in blood and strife
Downstream we journey, a new beginning awaits us there.