Every age has got its decline
Every reign its end
We are the proud legion
Announcer of the forthcoming dusk
Sunset is only the beginning
Night will be long
Then a new light will shine
Restoration be started
Every age has got its decline
Every religion its end
We are the last light
Announcer Of the forthcoming night
New temples will be erected
New hymns will be sung
This is the new order
Pity is obsolete
The exaltation for the sick one is outmoded
The sore must disappear
No more resentment toward strength
The old prayers will be forgotten
The old god will be renounced
We, the last valorous sons of the Occident
Uncivilized by christian perversion
Destroyer of the ancient natural order
we are not modern soldiers
But valorous warriors
We mantain the sense of
Commanding and obeying
War is our spiritual fulfilment
In the mediterranean, classical
And pagan tradition
Christ's reign will find death
In our tradition
By our hand!
