To all the people
Never heard about the place that we call home
To all the ignorant
Never saw the chain of mountains we are from
To all the vagrants
Never wandered through the secret paths
To my auditory
Never felt the spirit of the cold wind
That tells his tales and nothing less
Into the deep the fog is creeping
To where the trees stood once before
The brook is forcing its way down
Obliged the slope and nothing more
It saves its inhabitants by the wooden wall, which
Will never fall. This is the land Taunusheim
Believe me there
In former times the kings were proud to be
Where warriors knew for what they had been fighting
For the most beautiful maiden and the highest tree
When at night Manis brightness is the only lightning
Taunus the land of the wooden mode á
Taunus the home of the deer
Taunus the ravens eyrie á
Taunusheim is what we feel
There was and is and will ever be the trust in ancient gods
The trust in honour
Strength and wisdom
The trust in ourselfs
Where the essence arises of what youre listening
Through the darkest path of wooden labyrinths
The oldest ghosts still wander
Terrifying all the living
That dare stay alone at night
If you think about ancient tales and their antecedents
Then you should stop and recognize
That they still rest in nebular
Into the deep the fog is creeping to where the trees stood once before
The brook is forcing its way down
Obliged the slope and nothing more
It saves its inhabitants by the wooden wall
Wich will never fall
Taunus the land of the wooden
Mode á Taunus the home of the deer
Taunus the ravens eyrie á
Taunusheim is what we feel