The one, who stands against the blood
 Which is flowing here from ages
 Which is showing the path of endless wars
 The one, who opposes the [bad word] eternally
 He is a traitor of his own country, the traitor of his race

 Because of the storm of alien influences
 Our brotherhood is dying
 Because of the traitors of the white blood
 Our soil is starting to rot
 The brightness of our native beliefes
 Covered with the shaddow of the cross
 Can not die out inside of us, can not burn up

 Ref.
 For our of blood we need the people full of faith
 [bad word] till the end, fighting to the death
 In the name of the idear, uniting the white race
 We have to protect the heritage of our land