We shall rise, and we Shall hasten On the paths of our ancestors We will pick up our broken and rusted swords And we will pierce them, for the death carrying steel A tribe will be reborn through the blood That eternally runs in the sons of Wotan Forgotten tongue, and forgotten crests Will be brought back to Earth Let's arise so that we can step on the paths of Honor and pride, and to be hailed with praise The white warrior of Wotan will once again Plunge his sword into the age-long enemy's heart
[*] The bastards of the viper Yahweh will beg for mercy on their knees We will feed the Earth with their blood We, the folk of winter and frost The warriors of the Pagan North Harden your hearts and bravery Because the day of our uprising is near We will revive from the ashes of ancient praise Which is not forgotten, and not obliterated We will arise once again, to return praise to our Gods
Swords will shine again, in the light of fire and thunder The four wings of the Sun will waft upon the paths of our fate Once again. White children will be proud of their Fathers and their Mothers We shall rise, ad we shall hasten On the paths of honor and pride White warrior of Wotan folk of water and frost The white warriors of Wotan will once again Plunge his sword into the age-long enemy's heart
[REPEAT *]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
