Radboud, the king of the free Frisian land
Was the scourge of the north and the fear of every Frank
He leveled their churches with the Frisian ground
To Cologne and the Schelde once stretched his mighty empire
Wulfram the Christian, who wanted to convert him
Promised him heaven if he would be baptized
But with one leg in the font, the Frisian king quickly changed his mind
True to his kin, he'd rather go to hell
Draw your sword
Blow the horn
Now awakens
Radboud's wrath
People of the north, unity makes us strong
Ingwaz' sons kneel not for the Franks or the church
Ever still men tell tales of his acquired fame
Immortalized through his heroics is King Radboud's name
The Franks and Christians were thwarted by this man
With his last breath he proclaimed a heathen Frisia
According to christians he is doomed, but that was not the case
Because Radboud and his kin now feast in Wodan's hall
Better dead than a slave - honor your forefathers
Better dead than a slave - stay true to your brothers
Better dead than a slave - honor your fatherland
Better dead than a slave - stay true to the gods