Aryan Sun, shine down on the land; From icy mountains to margin of sand. We've dreamed a dream of what must be So open your mind and heaven you'll see.
One people, one blood-community In roaring forests and on the sea; The warrior's oath, the mother's smile Soft winds on meadows, mile by mile.
And He is there, behind it all: Purest Idea, commanding Call. The fire of His Mind, the blazing eyes, Gift of the Gods, from bluest skies.
Aryan Sun, shine down on the land; From icy mountains to margin of sand. We've dreamed a dream of what must be So open your mind, His heaven you'll see....