Comrades the Voices (Horst Wessel lied по-английски)
Comrades, the voices of the dead battalions, of those who fell that Britain might be great, /: join in our song, for they still march in spirit with us, and urge us on to gain the Fascist state! :/
We’re of their blood, and spirit of their spirit, sprung from that soil for whose dear sake they bled, /: against vested powers, Red Front, and massed ranks of reaction, we lead the fight for freedom and for bread! :/
The streets are still, the final struggle’s ended; flushed with the fight we proudly hail the dawn! /: See, over all the streets the Fascist banners waving, triumphant standards of our race reborn! :/