Banners fly as we march through the plains
On the path towards the unholy war
The wind from the horizon carries the stench
Of our enemies who await us in fear
In the last rays of the setting sun
A thought passes of a new dawn, a new age
Still, by blood and by sacrifice
It shall, of our master´s grace, be ours
Strife, anger, blood and fire
A sacrifice is made
To rot with the corpses or survive
To hear the chant of the barbarian wolves
Litanies have been spoken, time is at hand
When the claws of iron will drink their chalice
A warblessed wine that consecrates our aim
The seal of blood as a sign of victory
Strike hard, without forgiveness
When armour and flesh are torn apart
Our dawn will break to show no light
For the jews ravaged with no remorse
Strife, anger, blood and fire
A sacrifice is made
To rot with the corpses or survive
To hear the chant of the barbarian wolves
