Текст песни Wehrwolf - Традиция Верности

The dark clouds shake the angry voice of the crowd
The spirit of nature freezes in anticipation of a thunderstorm.
The menacing wind does not cease, tempering blood in the hearts.
Thoughts of death, the thirst for battle are reflected in the eyes.

Screams of pain will break out under the blows of machine guns
Bursts of blood sprinkle the body of a miserable enemy.
The blizzard of fear does not cease who stepped on the battlefield
Tears off parts of the flesh who fell under the fate of the verge.
A point of cold steel breaks through the fabric of consciousness.
Whoever fears the spirit of war will be the food of the crow.
In anticipation of the limit, the flame absorbs the earth.
Over the mountains of miserable flesh, our banner will ascend!

In the name of those who fell for the race
In the name of those who fell in battle
We will live and remember the truth
Stand for your homeland!
Let them scum for us
Let us less every day ...
I know - the path was not in vain!
Glory to the heroes! The Nordic storm is coming!