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Exulting in the triumph,

Of the light that crushed the darkness,

With rays of light, from an Anglo sun,

Fuelled with righteous fires.

The skies now clear and cloudless

Hold none of their past burdens

And makes now clear our duty,

The preservation of our movement

With love, we rise, with the sun

To the eye of Odin

And in, his gaze, we thrive

In peace.

With romance, we keep, our faith

To our heritage.

And never again, shall we kneel,

Under treachery.

Exulting in the glory,

Of the blood that stained their swords.

Spilled from the veins of Saxon men,

To reclaim our homeland.

By this blood, we see the truth,

And dispel the Cultist lies.

And with this truth, we fulfil

The preservation of our movement.

At the bank, of the Crystal Stream,

In the water I see you.

You're carried through, under the flag,

And laid to rest, you find your peace.

Exulting in the honour,

Of the sacrifice that's given,

Wilfully by our kin,

And never regretted.

With their lives, we see the strength,

Once taken from us cruelly.

And with this strength we can defend,

The preservation of our movement.

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Exulting in the fury,

Of the Anglo-Saxon spirit.

Since the age of bronze,

Our light has shone across this Isle.

A sacred land, green and pure,

The homeland of our people,

And for this land, we must defend,

The preservation of our movement.