Temperature's rising on the vast marshy land Glappo the hero raised a sword in his hand "Let the gold-plated helmets gleam in the sun Teutonic Order has crossed our borderline! They've brought their banners and their crosses in black Our fathers' spirit has all begun to rot With filial bravery, let your bosoms swell The Prussians don't need to have any master!"
Insured with entanglements and barbed wire fence Prussians turned back and put up fierce resistance Ten falcons in the sky sang a prophetic song To take revenge on those who wreak havoc along Iron-spiked cudgels which they filled with lead Cut through the chainmail hoods coloring them red The victorious Glappo stood on the bloody field "Metheglin for us! - invaders were killed!"
Retaliation fluttered in the morning breeze On the lance shaft the German iron fist Their swords were flashing and killing ruthlessly Those who preferred to die than beg for mercy Glappo was captured and his blue eyes were glazed He fell to kiss the ground and then fiercely raised Sentenced to death but steadfast in pride He passed and vanished from history’s sight
No light of thunder to break the enslavement wave That rolls below the old Prussian’s grave A bloody iris under a knight’s hood Looked at those who sped as if by death attitude All roads have ended and a Prussian heart has burned No embers of their former fires - just sand Some changed their robes and the others lost their strength The Teutonic flag was planted on the GlappenbergTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
