Patria

Hear the martial trumpets, listen to their chant
Proudly wave the banners stained with noble blood
In the heat of slaughter, smashing like Mjölnir

Warwolves feel no mercy, warwolves have no fear!
Marching sounds like thunder, millions of boots
Step over opponents, crush the rival troops

Mangled horned helmets pulled over the eyes
Filled with faith in Führer, glimmering like ice!
Cloaks of deepest charcoal flutter in the wind

In the rays of black Sun spreading raven wings
Their hands remember coolness of the sward
Now they hold machine-guns, striking deadly chords

Wounded mountains whisper in the sleepless night
Howling in the trenches ghosts of fallen knights
Voices of ancestors in a choir unite

Patria is sacred – either win or die