The future is grim, unclear Unhonourable, incapable to survive Tolerant to wrongness Bonds of blood meaningless This must change Subhumans try to rule this world But with honor we fight against it all Out in numbers we are But still we are strong and stand tall Hell we must raise The gods of war we must praise With raging storm of steel And with the burning winds Of holocaust This world must be cleansed Salvation through flames Modern world must burn Only the strong will survive It's time the scum to learn On the wings of an iron eagle The new triumphant aryan imperium Rises from the ashes of this decadent world