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light Announcer Of the forthcoming night New temples will be erected New hymns will be sung This is the new order Pity is obsolete The exaltation for the sick one is outmoded The sore must disappear No more resentment toward strength The old prayers will be forgotten The old god will be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!