As golden sun sets to the horizon and night falls
Forgotten strength and wisdom of nature I discover
Warlike winter wind blows from the forest of inhumanity
Sounding of the horn calls to raise the swords
I ride towards the battlefield and the warriors of Valhalla ride with me
I bear the flag of the sunwheel
flag of purity
Blood of betrayers on my white hands
I raise my hammer
On the fields of honour
We attack the servants of god
On the fields of blood red snow
With honour I stand in the darkness
Swing of the hammer of misanthropy
End of all Christian life with lightning strikes
God, I am to be your death
for you light will not be