Raise our Bloodied Banners from the mud
For too long the enemy has smeared them with lies
Duty demands to restore their Dignity
And let the Banners Fly Again in the Wind!
The Triumph of the Aryan Again shall Shine
Even if we bleed from a hundered wounds
We March Unshaken for Faith, Folk and Land
Death is close but the weapons Never cease
Fallen Ancestors March among our Ranks
We Carry On the Fight without guilt or shame
Loyalty Unto Death and Pride in our Loyalty
This is the Flame that Burns in our Hearts!
Symbols of Aryan Legacy will Strike Fear and Despair
To those of poisoned blood and alien ideals
Iron Hand will Smite the traitors of the Folk
Aryan Divisions, United with Bonds of Blood
Hate is our Prayer and Revenge our Battlecry
Unshaken Faith, Forged in Fire and Blood
Cannot Fail or Wield to alien bequiling lies
Honour of Blood Dictates that our Cause is Right
No Death Greater than that of the Hero
The Folk will Remember those who Fell
For the Glory, the Honour, in the Name of Fatherland |
