THE CALL OF ARYAN SPIRIT
 (Music: Knjaz Varggoth / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth) 

 The voice calling me into darkness,
 Open the gates through which I'll leave
 The call of the ancient blood calls me to fight
 The call of slavonic blood

 Aryan lands with the boundless expanse
 Through [bad word] to me
 The forests and steppers everything I own
 Is given to the damned jewish tribe

 My blood is calling me, and I won't calm down
 Until I taste the smell of their blood
 The moon whispers about the darkness
 The stars are leading me through the clouds

 Silver people with white skin
 Are gathering to perform a rite
 The wisemen are cursing on the jewish scum
 And I see the white man's power!

 Spit in jewish faces, cut them into pieces
 Let them choke with their lie
 Let the woods grow up on their corpses only white man's power!

 We are the only ones to have the right for this land!
 It's ours, indeed!
 These rivers have been flowing together with our blood for ages
 This grass has grown on the bodies of our killed warriors
 Hey, stay with us, our aryan spirit!

 Let our slavonic blood boil up with our hatred
 Hey, our land, stay with us!
 Let every step on our land turn for the damnation on jews!
 White power, you have to destroy of useless tribes
 Under your glorious obsession!
 Because they are not people,
 They are worms whose mission is only parasitism
 Let the aryan spirit support us!
 The war is sacred! total war!