Sol invictus!
"For those who did not answer my call - fear not to kill, they are already dead to me!"
Sol invictus!
The final victory is ours, harvest of heads will be collected!
Sol invictus!
Hail Victory!
The time for the total war against the people of the forked tongue,
Is now upon us.
For we who are as our forefathers, lay in slumber no longer,
Awoken by the horns of dawn.
Arise, for you know the purpose revealed by the young god,
Arrived at the darkest of nights.

Sol invictus! (...)

Raging pyre - as the source that fuels the craft,
Of inner strength.
A turning wheel dominating the endless horizon,
Through esoteric aeons.
Twelve spears aligned to the eternal wandering of the moon,

Over the firmament.

Both youthful and elderly faces are turning their gaze towards us,
Stern visage for the hesitant.
For are we not the sons of fire and steel? Of rebellion and blood,
Of wisdom and power.
The shackles shattered.
Whoever meets the eyes of the divine - then his legacy of blood is reclaimed,
Under the hammer and the axe, forged in the crucible of the elder craft,
We march in line.

Chariot of the radiant god, galloping on the celestial route,
On the path of power.
He, who was heralded by the wolves and the northstar,
The glory reborn!
Zwycięstwu Sława!

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