When the steel shines bright on the iron's mast
The wolves see the trails alots (?)
Beneath the lower mist abyssess of hell (?)
A black deed, dumb sleep fate to all those (?)
The soul is curse of the normal souls (?)
The wizard rays of the sun (?)
The Will Of The Aryan Nations returns
And will shall relive
Wotan returns the fire's a trick (?)
The jewish runs inside their holes
The traitors pit for their pathetic lives
As a often merciless death to all of those (?)
The aryans are burning and turning to ash
And cleansing the plagues of my land
and Woden becomes for all our race
The victorious of wizard hands (?)
