Raise our Bloodied Banners from the mud
 For too long the enemy has smeared them with lies
 Duty demands to restore their Dignity
 And let the Banners Fly Again in the Wind!

 The Triumph of the Aryan Again shall Shine
 Even if we bleed from a hundered wounds
 We March Unshaken for Faith, Folk and Land
 Death is close but the weapons Never cease
 Fallen Ancestors March among our Ranks
 We Carry On the Fight without guilt or shame
 Loyalty Unto Death and Pride in our Loyalty
 This is the Flame that Burns in our Hearts!

 Symbols of Aryan Legacy will Strike Fear and Despair
 To those of poisoned blood and alien ideals
 Iron Hand will Smite the traitors of the Folk

 Aryan Divisions, United with Bonds of Blood
 Hate is our Prayer and Revenge our Battlecry
 Unshaken Faith, Forged in Fire and Blood
 Cannot Fail or Wield to alien bequiling lies
 Honour of Blood Dictates that our Cause is Right
 No Death Greater than that of the Hero
 The Folk will Remember those who Fell
 For the Glory, the Honour, in the Name of Fatherland