From the mists of creation
The warrior spirit has followed
Through the veins of europeans
Waiting to be reawakened
Waiting to be released
To restore our true identity
In these days of increasing chaos
We enter the cycle of death
The foreign religions
And christianised faiths
These cultural diseases
That plague our race
Ancient heathen ways
Have been scorned
Our ancestors faiths
Will be restored
The blade of destruction we wield
Devastation our foes shall feel
Fires will burn
And up from the ashes shall rise
Rebirth of our heritage
Our destiny our culture
Life, destruction, renewal
Hail, Hail, Hail