Rassische Unsterblicher!
Life is momentary
Yet the ideal is forever
How we die
is our hand ruling fate
Coming forth from Teutonic soils
Blood spilt for no mercy
Final screams echoed and
There was no more darkness seen
We can dream in reality
And create war for peace
Down through our children we live
As to become racially immortal
This world will surrender
and shed the rationality
To exhume the deepest desires
Creating a religion thereupon
Kampf is the father of all
His name is Woden
Gravsten 2007