root sprang a glorious nation Of dure heroes Oh, dulcet blossom of the living world Oh, my fatherland, oh my, Helvetia Your woman and maids, noble and fair
graves they've gone Among the barrow-stones This land is yet so fair Her waters yet so blue And green are still her leaves And noble ladies, maidens fair
in what thou wilst perform, ignore these righteous idiots - their trinity to scorn, for years of depravation you receive eternal life, but fame and wealth and maidens-fair
Walking this high road are warriors from an olden time Curse on this land and the days far behind us Dragons we've slain, rescued many maiden's fair And
Yet through the world alone I wander for I know somewhere I will find my brothers, by the sword I swear Rescue damsels fine and maidens fair Free the noble
silver, fields of gold Join us as we battle he who harms And fight with valour as in days of old Rescue damsels fine and maidens fair Free the noble
heroes. Oh dulcet blossom of the living world! Oh my fatherland, oh my Helvetia! Your woman and maids Noble and fair, Your highest men To this bravesong
Walking this high road are warriors from an olden time Curse on this land and the days far behind us Dragons we??ve slain, rescued many maiden??s fair
