Nothing that is really good and God-like dies.

Only those who feel little in the eyes of God, can hope to be mighty in the eyes of men.

The brave man, indeed, calls himself lord of the land, through his iron, through his blood.

Nothing that is really good and God-like dies.

The brave man, indeed, calls himself lord of the land, through his iron, through his blood. [Ger., Zwar der Tapfere nennt sich Herr der Lander Durch sein Eisen, durch sein Blut.]

Where faith is in the plighted hand, where truth lives in each eye of blue, and every heart is staunch and true. This is the land, the honest land, the honest German's fatherland.