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The song is about the destruction of the Irminsûl in 772 CE. The Irminsûl was a great pillar or tree that was venerated by the pagan Saxons. In 772 CE the Franks, led by Charlemagne, invaded and destroyed it. This was the start of the forceful Christianisation of the Saxons and the thirty year-long Saxon Wars.
Walerius has this to say about the song:
"To me, the song has taken on more meaning than originally intended and now represents the fight of minorities and especially indigenous peoples across the world to preserve their culture, religion and/or language against their oppressors. And grieving the loss of what once was. I am myself grappling with the loss of the language of my grandparents that I never learned."
lyrics
I höstens brinnande färger
Nordöst marscherar en frankisk här
Bärandes en flamma av guld
Ska de rasera vårt hem och vår tro
Hans svärd och hans spira ska bringa svaret på
Hans dröm om att bli konungars konung
Irminsûl, nu sjunger vi kvädet
Blodstänkt jord, kring det heliga trädet
Världars mord, de fällde vår frihet
Bränt vår tro, men tar aldrig vår stolthet
Trädens kronor brinner och
Westfalen har fallit i lågor
Men från döden skall en
Vit hingst resa sig igen
Hans svärd och hans spira ska bringa svaret på
Hans dröm om att bli konungars konung
Irminsûl, nu sjunger vi kvädet
Blodstänkt jord, kring det heliga trädet
Världars mord, de fällde vår frihet
Bränt vår tro, men tar aldrig vår stolthet
Hemsökt flammar himlen, borta med vinden, förbi är vår tid
Gamla gudars skymning, en flod utan mynning, men ej slut på vår strid
Sjung nu sorgens sånger, fyllda med ånger, vi gräms det ikväll
Fäll då tyngdens tårar, av gångna vårar, sen begrav dem med eld
English:
In the burning colors of autumn
Northeast marches the Frankish force
Flying the flame of gold
They will destroy our home and faith
His sword and his spire will
Answer his prayers to become
King of kings
Irminsûl! we sing the song of
Bloodsoaked earth, around the holy tree
Murder of worlds, they felled our freedom
Burned our faith, but they will never take our pride
The treetops are aflame
Westfalen is burning
But a white steed
shall rise from the dead
His sword and his spire will
Answer his prayers to become
King of kings
Irminsûl! we sing the song of
Bloodsoaked earth, around the holy tree
Murder of worlds, they felled our freedom
Burned our faith, but they will never take our pride
Afflicted, the sky is like embers
Gone with the wind, our time has passed
Twilight of old gods
A river without end, but not without fight
Sing now songs of sorrow,
Filled with regret, we will grieve tonight
Then cry tears of heaviness
Remember the springs of past
And bury your sorrow with fire
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