Текст песни Арийский Штурм - SS-man

The path of my life - a harsh story,

             But otherwise, I did not know how to live.

             Do not blame me, a clear conscience

             The fact that I'm sorry for wasting bullets.

 

            Ghetto - pale faces,

            Fresh blood on the crumpled grass ...

            Skull and swastika in black buttonhole,

            SS runes on my sleeve.

 

            Having built bombers despicable race

            I have told them that their term has expired.

            Superman and master of the universe.

            I calmly pulled the trigger.

 

            I'm not the jurisdiction of bourgeois morality.

            "My honor - fidelity", SS debt.

             The mind and heart of cold steel.

             Aryan Warrior, Nordic wolf.

 

             The death of my brother in the battle overtook.

             Those who left our system, waiting for me.

             Meet me at the door of Valhalla

             And to answer the Nazi salute.