Where are the ones of stone and fire [bad word] hot with red desire
Where are the ones of earth and sea
Strong as tempests, always free

We hang upon the iron cross
We burn, we thirst for what we lost

How our forebears must be grieved
To see the yoke upon our soul
How our children are deceived
Believe that weakness is their role

We hang upon the iron cross
We burn, we thirst for what we lost

We hang on the iron cross
We hang on the iron cross

We bow our heads and wear our [bad word] in our own demise
What part of past pride now remains
Glittering in conquered eyes

We hang upon the iron cross
We burn, we thirst for what we lost

Oh, oh the iron cross
The iron cross