Raise the flag of solid black to keep the memory alive
Of black clad legions who fought and died for our folk in forty-five
Black is the colour of mourning for the martyrs of Vinland too
Mathews and Kirk and Singer and Rockwell and Kahl stood [bad word] 
Raise the flag of destiny as black as the wing of a raven
And change it not nor raise another ‘til we have a folkish haven
Raise the flag of destiny...the flag of destiny!

Black is the colour of midnight which the tyrant shall learn to dread
As we honour fallen martyrs with steel and fire and lead
The ancient Aryan symbol is also drawn in black
So underneath that colour we will take our nations back

Raise the flag of destiny as black as the wing of a raven
And change it not nor raise another ‘til we have a folkish haven
Raise the flag of destiny...the flag of destiny!

And when we have that land of our own then on that holy ground
We’ll plant our flag of raven black upon a sacred mound