Текст песни Arkanum Krieg - Время близится святое

Nearing the holy,
Wewelsburg lit lights
Kolovrat burning stars,
His world is full of days.
Now let rise at night
Eternal Henry Fowler,
Black Order it again spoiled
In the sepulchral your alcove.

He sew their clothes
Of the immortal souls of wolves:
In the hands of the sky - as before -
God welcomes the gods.
"Bones Aryans imperishable,
Spirit ever they are not ottsvёl;
Your Honor - only your loyalty!
Only this is your destiny;

Above banners rock!
Rune Zig - on and off the crosses!
Stars - Ashes to mortal dust,
Again we will be clean! "
His voice will wake beasts
In their hands, swords shine -
For the ears and estates -
Hematopoietic keys!

Sleep late they would drop,
Again rush into battle:
On the pursuit of "eight eight"
In the heart - the last embers