In our world of illusions, of false prophets and luers.
Our folks only know the sour taste of submission
And the empty speech of some alienated dreamers.
I look to the past
Where's our pride?
Our strenght to create and built?
We are reduced to following an afraid herd of headless sheaps.
Mother Europe! Your children fall into corruption,
Alife of decadence and illusions!
The concept of identity has been annihilated.
I remember-our wide forest, cradle of my race,
Temple of my ancesters.
Mother Europe! My children will remember,
The glory of our folks,
The storie of our motherland!
I remember-the wisdom and courage of our gods,
The beauty of our goddess!
Atavistic vision!
Help us...WODEN!
We are the solution,
Against the decline of the western empire!