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