We can smell the blood Among the leaves and branches Taste the old forest breath So hateful and pagan in tongue We are brought to a place Sacred among our race Old gods watch our fight Strength and glory at our side The blood is still calling Wakes an instinct of wolves Hate in our blue eyes Pride of the alpha supreme The strong race is coming End of all Jehovah's life We must write again with blood Write the nature's laws Soon our throne is built again Made of Christian skulls The culture of mighty nation Is brought to life again Our beliefs in the ancient gods The sorceries are binding us With the victory and sign of the sun Magick strengthening our creed Our people, listen to the wolf Deep inside your soul it speak Honor, blood and cult of heathen man A white wolf of highest order We are cavalry with the might mares Young and strong, full of pride Strike with hate in our blue eyes Iron tyranny returns