Wat nea fergiet

What never forgets is our heathen heart
The heart that hears the beats of Mjöllnir
And what never forgets and what always remains
Our pride, our honor, the strength of a lion
Because whatever happens and wherever we go
It's the blood of Ymir that flows through us
Bound to the source, nurtured in battle
Our heathen heart is what truly never forgets

Even if we are driven from sacred ground
Our respect and our acres given to the foreigners
One thing remains of us, untouched by anyone
The belief in our gods, it's an unbreakable bond

Sons of Inguz, Wêda will stand for you
And among Ty and Tuner, enter the final battle
And wherever you may die, daughters of Nertha
The end is the beginning for those with a heathen heart

On the throne of Fosite, our own rights denied
And through our life on the water, that right has gone
We are stubborn, we never kneel and laugh at death
We are stubborn, we are the Frisians, what never forgets