Dust of the decades have still not covered the pain
We rise again, following the primitive darkness
Our minds pure, our weapons glistering in the midnights moonlight
In the night where a j**ish soul is worthless
Sour weak souls tremble before the majesty of d**h
We look over all that filth and falseness
Knowing that the keys of Knowledge and Power are in the hand of Satan
Our Master, whose wisdom we follow in this path of hate
Under the flames the honour of pagan times is rising again
Fragments of the David's star are shattered on the collapsed ruins
Triangle of Jehovah turns, its eye weeping blood
And the pentagram rises, upwards the horns of the beast
Throughout the ages have we journeyed, crushing your dreams
Towards the black holocaust - your corpses are rotting at the ruins of your sacred temple
Books of your false doctrines are torn, your "holy" images trampled into
The mud of oblivion
In the darkness shall be buried your Jewish dream
As the colours of the new holiness will rise Winter, Blood and divine Night
Leaving the disharmonic, observing the occult
With the union of wisdom and hate, strength and honour we rise
We rise to the throne of our age