Before Dawn we Marched… Blitzrunes shine upon helmets Allfather has strengthened our hands To strike on those of Alien Blood
From the edge of the forest Steel eyes fixed upon them Strength of Arms never failed me War has been my Sire
Foreigners perish before Aryan Fury Their corpses are scattered in the forest Traitors of the Folk joined them As Ravens circled above the dead
Standards of Aryan Might Unfurl in Triumph Immortal loyalty to the Swastika Blood and Soil, Source of our Strength Retribution in Gods’ and Forefathers’ Name