Goatmoon - Aryan Beauty

Enchanting eyes, blue like thousand crystal clear lakes
Pure pale skin, white as mighty nordic winter view
Hair, blonde like a silver forest with shapes of gold
In the last rays of the sun

Will and spirit
Of honourable and undefeated Aryans
The descendant of our ancestors
From the triumphant land - Ultima Thule

No threats from foreign lands, nor the traitors of blood
Nor the keepers of values, morals and ideals of the weak
Can harm your fragile Aryan beauty
In the name of our blood
I am sworn to protest you
With honour to the death Открыть страницу с текстом

Summer's bloom has faded away as autumn's cold wind rapes the soil
Lifeless leaves waiting on the ground for the cover of the snow
And the ravens' caw
Echoes in the distance

Through frosty yellow plains I walk to the forest and beyond
Under the light of north star I wander to the places of war
Last glimpse of sunset will soon be just a memory
Like the feeble screams of my dying enemies

I feel drawn to the horrifying blackness of this night
I now see the path placed before me
The will of the triumph guides me through the terrors
And nightmares, violence and bloodshed

Northwind's quiet whisper on these fields where the battles shall be сlashed
We will trample our enemies with our conquering feet
Like a barbaric hymn to praise the war
The howl of whirling steel covers the suffering yells of our dying enemies

The day breaks
Swords saturated with blood
Smoke cloaks the battlefield
Reek of burnt flesh
Charred skeletons laying on the ground like frozen tree branches
To the death we will fight for our blood and native soil Открыть страницу с текстом