Текст песни Wolfkrieg - Eighty Eight

Teutonic sword clamped in hand,
That the dark rage is glowing
Your world is poor on the castle,
Eagle madness takes off.

His rats do not need rats,
Cold and deep look,
The government is only alone,
That tired cuts sighs.

He is a king above the mass of those
Who in the swamp went sometime
Fear of worms and scotch laugh
Wrap a sunset blades.

Blood claws releasing
From Europe, Doguev,
Fresh eyelid steel burns
Unfortunately to the surviving.

Himself like God blows the halls
In the storm empire throwing
Powers powers,
What, having secking, the world is asked.

Battle of storms - his law,
Don't catch deceive the wind
In clouds scales
I spark words to them day.

In the march of northern wolves
His voice is heard,
Medium gods, medium clouds
Eternal heroes will be standing.

There is no mercy to anyone,
Faby - Frost of the order,
To their grave wreath
Will not come beasts of infection.

Echo anger hand swell
Mold away with a dream broken,
In front of death
Hear, thunder roars: "Heil Hitler".