Sig Tyr
Sig Tyr
Sig Tyr
Sig Tyr

We must have dominion, over land and sea
The beauty of our blood, there for all to see
Our Mother the planet, our father the sea
The Wolf in the forest runs wild, lives free.

Saxon, Angle, Vandal, are we
Sweubi, Alan, Alamani
We are the blood, our hearts are free
The chosen of Odin.

Enslaved and degraded, brought to our knees
Our past glories faded, we yearn to be free
Chosen by Woden to follow his creed
Stand up as proud men, and you will be free.

Helveti, Frank, Goth, are we
Jutes, Teutons, Marcomani
We are the blood, our hearts are free
The chosen of Odin.

Strive for perfection be all that you are
Don’t live in the gutter but reach for the stars
Sing we of glory, the gods by our side
The final great battle, to death we ride.

Saxon, Angle, Vandal, are we
Sweubi, Alan, Alamani
We are the blood, our hearts are free
The chosen of Odin.