Keep your land clean Destroy the church of Christ Raise the monument of chaos and war Feed the flame of blasphemy
Only in power lies the greatness Only dust and ruins Can heal our land For Christianity pushed to death
Come burn the old lying relics Which was dead before it’s own birth But still rules the minds of those alive Taking their pale souls to the realms of death
Aryan duty is to destroy the lies Supreme trial to the enemies of Purity and Honour Jewish pantheon has to be overthrown Into the night I go Breathing the smell of blood
Their blood is poisoned with our damnation They cut out their own eyes and strangeled with their hearts, They betrayed our essence Thus they are not ones of us
Come and keep your land No false blood shall rise Over our own nature This struggle is blessed by our ancestors