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In an age of honour steel and stars

The tough Hyperborean half-beast half-man

Clad with skin of wolf scent of blood in the air

Conjuring solstice night barbarian fires

To Grom to Odin to war fathers

The archaic shadows on the mountain

Heard him provided counsel

Glory of the darkside

An oath was sworn of agony and triumph

Of blasphemous strong deeds

Southward he sailed towards magic forests

Bound by his oath wrapped in fog

Where exist frozen tears and mystic consciousness

In his veins the bloodlust still burning

He didn't let it die what I am if not a man

Survived the battles of the past

From the deep black woodland under autumn leaves

And whispering shadows we were grown fearless and wise

Descendants of heroes our clans become hordes united northern tribes

On the Aryan pagan frontier banners fly under moonlit sky for a thousand years

Race of heroes race of kings – for the sons of wolves the snowland sings

Race of heroes – from ancient times blasphemy and destiny

Night shrouds our crimes

When traitors allied with wrong bloodlines listened to deceiving voices

Buried our dreams profaned our temples abandoned our fortresses

Infiltrated by scum by southern mutant breeds

On the earth and sky you heard our war cries – we are the race of heroes

We are the Hyperborean race we won't let it die

We still have the gates within us

To the memories we lost, to the secret paths

Race of heroes, race of kings – love and hate between mind and fist

Race of heroes from ancient times – by fire and night, we are ready to fight