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As golden sun sets to the horizon and night falls

Forgotten strength and wisdom of nature I discover

Warlike winter wind blows from the forest of inhumanity

Sounding of the horn calls to raise the swords

I ride towards the battlefield and the warriors of Valhalla ride with me

I bear the flag of the sunwheel, flag of purity

Blood of betrayers on my white hands

I raise my hammer

On the fields of honour

We attack the servants of god

On the fields of blood red snow

With honour I stand in the darkness

Swing of the hammer of misanthropy

End of all Christian life with lightning strikes

God, I am to be your death, for you light will not be