Текст песни Арийский Штурм - Гибель нибелунгов

Where are your sons, of Aryan homeland?

Nibelungen died on the Russian fields.

Let Valhalla meets

Heirs of Odin.

Let the immortal gods are waiting for them at feasts.

 

From the Volga steppes, then Moscow to Spain

Hundreds of thousands of sacred Aryan graves.

Let draw slander, not anticipated by their memory,

Those who are faithful to SS, like honor preserved.

 

They sleep under carpets of wild clover,

They punched helmets covered with grass.

Their rebellious otpeli wind North

And nothing will break them eternal rest.

 

Until the last minute not to admit defeat

And in mortal combat, pressing the trigger,

Black Order SS, fruit Aryan genius,

At forty-fifth year, met his Ragnarok.

 

And Germany has fallen in ruins and flames ...

And viciously trampled Jewish scum

Swastika noble, sacred banner,

Like my heart, in the suburban dirt.

 

But today - not the world.

This is only a truce.

And, wiping the blood from cuts SS,

All cast down in fear, ruthless Valkyrie

To win, Germany will rise again!