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A ceremony in the hall of Wewelsberg, the quiet and esoteric smoke rises to the sky,

The stars absorb the incense of man, an occult practice which we honor greatly,

Calling the Teutonic knights of the forgotten past, riders of steeds who ride so gallantly,

Enter in this righteousness of our kind, the bards of our childhood have foretold a time like this,

Darkness rising in power, tyranny brewing, white genocide, the tragic fate our adversaries attempt,

 Go venture into the halls of the deep and hidden to find the answers to unlock infinite wisdom

Wisdom to save our kind from such heresy that threatens our existence, save us now from immanent destruction