Sunwheel - Completing the Four Sides of the Flaming Sickle Songtexte

Completning the four sides of the flaming sickle
When the horizon is painting black
The false symbols are falling with crash
The conception born of hate
The conception at which all other are wasting their blaze
The zero hour - is reaching the zenih

Hideous race - caressing the abominable face of yehowah
Drop on your knees!
Your prayers are growing silent with fear - but they will be granted
You will become eternal in vortex of death and strange laugh again

Jewish tribe crawling in its own lies
Jewish tribe with deceitful gaze

We as the pillar of the old belief
We - the holy race - proud and heroic

Completning the four sides of the flaming sickle...
Let the feast begin
When the horizon is painting black
From the north the sea is thick of blood
From the south - the mountainous heaps of bodies
From the west and east - the forest of gallows and chimneys of death

(hideous race!)
You've awoken the death machine which nothing and no one will stop
From the times of the ancient rome, through the chimneys of death
Until nowadays

Hideous race!
Now and here look by your languid gaze
Our sacred aryan blood is raging in our veins like a mountain river!
Did you contrived our immortal hate through the centuries?

(hideous race!)
Do you remember at least one century that has been avoided by the aryan expansion?
Jewish tribe crawling in its own lies
Jewish tribe with deceitful gaze

(completing the four sides of the flaming sickle
Let the feast begin
From the north are raging the storms
From the south - earthquakes
From the east the tongues of flame are burning the jewish faces
From the west the clouds of smoke are tightening the lines of gallows.)

When the horns of war will give a sign
The sacrifical wrath of bodies will be contributed
When on the ashes of the temple of yahweh
The ancient pagan empires will glitter with their power again!
Among the eternal, sacred fire, always will tend the hammer of war
When even one breath of the jewish womb will be heard

When it will rose...
The hunger of the elements of war will crave a sacrifice again!