Christus vincit! Christus regnat! Christus imperat! Bonifatius! Apostolus germaniae! (Christ has conquered! Christ reigns! Christ commands!) (Boniface! Apostle of the germans!) From wessex shores to pagan land Left home behind at God's command Forests thick with demon lore Blood-red altars, idols of war Tribes bowed down to thunder gods Fear and chains beneath false lords But rome had sent a living flame Boniface marched in Jesus' name No army No crown Only faith To tear them down Axe on thor's tree! Strike the roots of pagan lies Let the forest hear Christ rise Break, the, idols! Steel in hand and cross held high False gods fall, never to rise At geismar stood the sacred oak Donar's throne, the demon's yoke They waited for thunder's rage Expected fire, divine plague He raised the axe, the crowd held breath One strike sounded judgment and death The tree fell down, the crowd stood still Christ's silence louder than thor's will No lightning came No God replied The cross stood tall The oak had died Axe on thor's tree! The thunder God was proven weak Christ alone the strong, the meek Break, the, idols! Churches rose where demons stood The forest turned to holy wood Bishop forged, apostle crowned Built Christ's kingdom on hostile ground Monasteries, schools, and sees Mainz became rome's spear overseas He crushed false priests, baptized the land Bound wild tribes with gospel command From rhine to frisia the fire spread Cross banners raised where war gods bled Not conquest But salvation's war He fought for souls Forevermore Axe on thor's tree! Builder of nations baptized in flame Europe reshaped in Jesus' name Break, the, idols! From forest shrine to cathedral bell He stormed the gates of hell Sancte bonifati, ora pro nobis Defensor fidei, miles christi Old and scarred but still on fire Returned to preach, final desire Not with sword but book in hand When pagan blades made final stand They struck him down, the martyr fell Blood baptized frisia's soil as well But death could not undo his war The church stood stronger than before He fell in flesh But rose in fame The cross still marches In his name Axe on thor's tree! Hammer of idols, saint of war His blow still echoes evermore Break, the, idols! From ancient oak to modern age Christ still rules the battlefield stage Axe on thor's tree! Germany baptized by blood and flame Europe forged in boniface's name Christ, victory, eternal! False gods fall, the cross stands free Saint boniface marches with me Christus vincit Christus regnat Bonifatius, Apostolus germaniae Amen (Christ has conquered, Christ reigns!) (Boniface, apostle of the germans! Amen)