On a cold sunrise out of ashes I will resurrect in the shine of red sacrifice I which has seen the twilight of the Gods I will come back in old faith and full of strength I the monument of eternity out of personal will and anger where I lost and cheated my death I will resurrect on a cold sunrise My fate has been written in ancient runes On a cold stone sarcofago My name will return to light on a day when no one will be able to hear it... Memories of heroes never die Cries and the Lament of woman the wind will shun The virgins of Rhine will bring forth the sword the mark on the sarcofago will be erased Monuments full of praise It will uncover my ashes The swastika is my life, its my blood On a cold sunrise I will recall the memories about a faith which once was about brave man which already fought and committed their deeds of fate The Gods lost with Eternity which defeated them with its monotone ways on a cold sunrise mist will greet me and rays of the rising swastika Spirit and Will, Memory and Fate Blood of Atlanteans, Runes of RiseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
