Geist Der Bruders

From our northern lands
Ten warriors raised their hands
To wage war on enemies of our folk
And to escape the zionist yoke

Striking the temples of usurer kikes
To create a vinlandic reich
Assailing blasphemers of our race
As federal agents began the chase

Hunters and hunted the brothers became
Enemy bases were set aflame
Funding others who shared the creed
And honored the culture of aryan breed

Fighting with valor, no mercy was shown
Steel deployed, shattering bone
Attacking the scum with intolerant force
Slaughtering vermin with no remorse

Ghosts of brothers inspire us yet
Spirit of martyrs hold no regret