Of Man and Valour
Bloodshed before me thousands have laid to waste
Shores of blood, death hand raised
Our honour shall be restored
Iron is the will of man and valour
Glorify away that which is mine
Vanquish those who would oppose my will
And with mist mighty furor would I purify our ilk

Blood strong, flesh iron

Bound by will of might endowed with battle-fed hunger
Before me my conquering path
I am the scourge that strength of will
The spirit of men shall live with proud, joyful hearts....

Sharpe as untainted steel, we will swath away through the rabble that spoils our volk
And so with the truimph of steel and a truimph of will
Joyful revenge will call us to happiness