The one-eyes Allfather watches Midgard, enraged
Lamenting in the white race becoming mentally enslaved
Seeing what has become of our once proud and noble race
Zion's deadly grip is what these fools have embraced...

The flames of Aryan instinct have dwindled and gone cold
No longer do our people look to our heroes of old

An Abrahamic poison has infested the Aryan psyche
Our ancient past diluted by judeo-christian blights

But not all is lost - our insurgents still remain
Pagan soldiers full of hatred and disdain
Fueled by a longing for ages long passed
Walking the path of the overman, with might and pride unmatched

Wotan's command is our battlecry, the most sacred of laws
Fighting for our rebirth, for a glorious new dawn
From this eternal war we will never withdraw
We'll win or die in battle, ascending to Valhalla's halls...

By Wotan's command - melancholy reborn as vengeful scorn...

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