Текст песни Велимор - Волчьему - Волчье, Овцам - Овечье

Beast, on the wings of darkness,
Through hot ash and moon shine
Bursting into the world of despicable, bowed Jew
The army comes proudly, punishing with death

The blossoming that the sun's ray brought, flashing in steel
Didn't give warmth to the earth under the layer of creature
That fell in battle like cattle in a slaughterhouse
Seeing firsthand the anger in the Slavic war

The call, the call of the struggle that was always in Aryan blood
Will give swords strength to punch the path to our freedom
Glory to the Aryans !!!

On a day when an alien dead sign
Will leave Russia by fire and force tamed
The world that has forgotten will tremble
That Slav's spirit is not defeated by anyone.