Sig Tyr Sig Tyr Sig Tyr Sig Tyr We must have dominion, over land and sea The beauty of our blood, there for all to see Our Mother the planet, our father the sea The Wolf in the forest runs wild, lives free. Saxon, Angle, Vandal, are we Sweubi, Alan, Alamani We are the blood, our hearts are free The chosen of Odin. Enslaved and degraded, brought to our knees Our past glories faded, we yearn to be free Chosen by Woden to follow his creed Stand up as proud men, and you will be free. Helveti, Frank, Goth, are we Jutes, Teutons, Marcomani We are the blood, our hearts are free The chosen of Odin. Strive for perfection be all that you are Don’t live in the gutter but reach for the stars Sing we of glory, the gods by our side The final great battle, to death we ride. Saxon, Angle, Vandal, are we Sweubi, Alan, Alamani We are the blood, our hearts are free The chosen of Odin.