Once there was a race full of prinde and glory, let me tell something of their ancient story. Their symbol was the sun and mighty runes, secret holy sign to honour the gods
Their fatherland was the secret north, mighty thule from there they came from. To spread culture over the earth, and bring back again aryan rebirth
They were the knights, the knights of the sunwheel
They were the guardians of the aryan blood
They were the knights, the knights of the sunwheel
They were the servants of the pagan gods
Now they are all gone
Look what our world has become
The secret of the runes are long forgotten
Pure blood is nearly rotten
The kingdom of the monkey king
Chain as weak as weakerst ring
Wheel of life is broken
Believe, last word is not spoken
Something shines in the night
Black sun has always been the light
In a word made of frost
Eternal fire is not lost, I see the north star in the sky
Some flames are to hot to die the triumpf of will, will arises