The sun it rises to a day filled with hope For Charles offered to confer terms of peace So to Verden our warriors came unarmed Trusting his words so the killing may cease In came the heroes of Sünthe-Lo Only Wittekind was missing He did not trust the promise of peace Granted by a Frankish King Betrayal Betrayal Unarmed they were butchered While priests chant their tunes The best of a people lie murdered and ruined Such is the love of the priests and their lord But history books will remember Blood Court There lie the fallen for justice we cry The priests say a prayer and shrug with a sigh The king calls it justice, his word is the law But it was just a slaughter for all that we saw Wittekind, the only hope left for freedom Wittekind, the last one to avenge the treason All the power of the Saxons unite Wittekind, you must fight