Freikorps marschiert in fremdes land
Mattia Von Sigmund
Freikorps marches into foreign land
Freikorps marches into foreign land
And sings the song of death
A hunter stands at Munich's edge
Fighting the bitter need
Yes, we don't care about below or above
And the whole world can
Curse or praise us
As much as they like
Where we are, it's always moving forward
And death, yes, he laughs along!
Ha, ha ha ha ha!
We fight for Germany, for soldier's honor
The red one will never rest
We fight in every battle
In the North, South, East, and West
And now we stand ready to fight
Against the red plague
We must hold on, we protect
The sacred happiness of the Fatherland
And even if the ranks thin out
There is never a way back for us
Where we are, it's always moving forward
And death, yes, he laughs along!
Ha, ha ha ha ha!
We fight for Germany, for soldier's honor
The red one will never rest
Even if death with a heavy hand
Often takes the best
We endure, the wall stands firm
The enemy shatters against us
So we, iron hunters, march
As victors through every land
March with us, comrades
In the same brotherly association
Where we are, it's always moving forward
And death, yes, he laughs along!
Ha, ha ha ha ha!
We fight for Germany, for soldier's honor
The red one will never rest
The Freikorps triumphs in Silesia
Gleiwitz remains forever German
Against the evil foreign hand
We remain loyal
Silesia, Munich, Berlin, and the East
We protect Germany anew
For homeland, for pride, and for honor
We fight with endless joy
Where we are, it will always be Germany
And Germania, she laughs along
Ha, ha ha ha ha!
We fight for Germany, for soldier's honor
The red one will never rest
