“Land der Berge,
Land am Strome,
Land der Äcker,
Land der Dome…”
For those of you who missed the show,
The centuries of golden glory,
Of fame most proud yet so gory,
We hail from the fortress of snow.
Protectors of Danubian soil,
Creators of the finest art,
Hunters from our very start,
We fend our land by gun or foil.
Another day has seen us go,
Ever we stay, we will not stray,
In life or death, we shan’t betray,
Our blood’s honor, perfect tableau,
Universal masters in awe.