The rain is falling again and the
heavy clouds are wandering to the heights
You hear a choir of the wind again,
which is singing its song in the ruins!
Just the wings will flap and the eagle can take the wing-Free over the land where only in the memory of graves the words! Blood and honour remain! Already the tones growing weak and the words of songs which the soil knows-Fiery rider in the sky is hovering over the heads, he burns by the flame and remember the ancient nation which was the basic of origins all cultures! The warrior of the north, who has created beauty and conquered the lands-A stone was weapon when he set out for the march from the icy plains! Nordic blizzard-The father of civilization, who bequeathed us the inheritance!
The snow is falling again and children's laughing is heard in the streets-The defenceless and still the pure, they don't know the horror of the strenghterning wars! The eyes a sky blue, the hands are fold, they pray on their knees to the icons, to the false gods, the idols of the failure, which the murderers with crosses forced upon us!
The monster - Moloch sowed a penury and the evil he enslaved the folk and changed the evil into the good!
However the time showed that the twilight of the gods not continue for eternity-Two flashes were created from elements over the icy temple of Ultima Thule! The legions of thunders-The steel knights! Under the sign of the Sun, your honour was the loyalty and the privilege of the revenge of the chosen! Iron eagle distended the wings to fly again!