ICP (INSANE CLOWN POSSE) - Meat Cleaver lyrics

[Lyrics: Nimroth]

In memory of the Germanic tribes whose spirit still burns in me, And will never fade

away, hail to thee

"Bezit sterft, families sterven

Jijzelf zult sterven als zij

Maar één ding weet ik, dat eeuwig leeft

De heldenroem van de dode."

From this grey land of mist and rain

Batavian blood still flows through my veins

Barbarism, is what I adore

Time after time, it leads me to war.

"Veni, vidi, vici..."

Is what you said old Roman emperor

Ik kwam, ik zag en overwon

Is what we say today... ha ha

Reunited Germanic tribes

Proud and strong, like we've never been away.

Batavieren, Eburonen,

Nerviërs, Friezen en Teutonen,

Verenigt u en sta als één

Want angst, dat kennen wij voor geen!!!

Germanic tribes unite your forces

Take up your arms and ride your horses

Raise your swords engraved with (mighty) runes

Perpare yourselves when you hear the battle tunes

Impetuous, stormy and combative

Will lead us to apocalyptic violence

Totally controlled by a blind pugnacity

Yes, that will be the "Bellum Germanicum"

Just after that we will be free

Oh... "Bellum Germanicum"... finally

Ik kwam, ik zag en overwon

Is what we say today... ha ha

Reunited Germanic tribes

Like we've never been away!

"Bellum Germanicum"