Rising like the Midnight Sun you shine.
Secret King of Irmin, you appear.
Irminenschaft!
Denounce Christ, the saviour, the fake!
Illuminate Krist, the god of Irmin!
Twenty-four Runes you'll scribe like Odin!
Use all that you have learnt to rule!
Pas on your wisdom to us!
Fuel the hatred of mankind; destroy!
Secret King of an ancient line,
You'll find darkness and the secret star...
Shine!