The Forerunner Of New Chaos

In a place where there is no god of semits
Our victorious ideas are blooming
The cross of the brave spangled banners
Are all around
Hands risen towards the sun
The holy race - war
In the honour of our white race
Hatred to the enemies, native pride
Aryan blood runs all the time
The victory is in our hands
The power and the strenght of our minds
Kills the numb swines
Our path is marked with the sign of the sun
Path to the aryan realm
The throne of the invincible