Behold the ruins of eastern rats
The holes of their collapse.
Their fate is sealed but you know hope
Iludes the mind to try.

The Nordic truth that we embrace
Will light the darkest path.
Let them taste the iron forged by will
The hammer of the gods.

O holy fathers, fire our hearts
Enhance our passion, lead us by stars
Destroy our weaknesses, erase any doubt
Elate our moral, until the final hour.

Gates of Valhalla have opened
To glorify their fallen sons
Their name will not be forgotten
History, today, you write.

Kill them all, no remorse
Death will be their, or yours.

Ubersoldiers, reform lines
One last break, one last try
Eyes to see, prudence high
Feed the senses of the beast inside.

It is the nature of all mankind
To increase in might and expand
‘Til these flames our souls purifies
‘Til the stars sing our song in sky…!