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Thousands of sharp blades shining in

the break of dawn,

I can sense the blood thirst of our

swords.

We will confirm that the Aryans will

never be slaves!

With bravery and honour we hack to

pieces our enemy frontline.

When the swords has silenced and the

scarlet mist disappears,

the roaring thunder of fire and smoke

starts,

bursting power from the barrels of

our artillery.

Storm clouds of burning lead rolling

over our enemy troops,

we will leave none alive.