Een Geldersch Lied [English translation]

I am of Gueldrian1 blood

No command is good enough for me

My mother tongue

Still reflects the sound

Of our forefathers' words

At the oak tree, on the top

Of the hill, I grew up

With the other heathens

I learnt how to hunt

How to take my first steps

My arm is wild:

The roebuck can't run from me,

It doesn't bite me with its sharp teeth,

When I give it a quick death

With a threatening roar

I don't know the taste of the laurel

That the choir of peace offers

Which is someone else's higher good

The crown, earned by the sword

Is a crown of honour

And I put on my armour

I don't follow foreign paths23

On Rossem's hero track

The image of victory

Is revealed to me in a radiant light

I am of Gueldrian blood

Sincere is my mind

I delight for simplicity

With glory comes sorrow

Sufficiency brings repose.

1. Guelders or Gelderland is a province in the east of the Netherlands2. Mistake in the lyrics: it should be daân, not daвn3. Literally no idea. I have never heard the word 'daân', but for some reason, my instinct says it does mean 'paths', but if it's wrong, just correct me.

• Artist:Heidevolk
• Album:Uit Oude Grond