Fatherland - Storm Of The Lycanthropes

Flaming thunder approaches
from the Oder
Bolshevik hordes
invading our sacred European soil
Last knights in the last bastion
they stand firm and proud
Vowed to die rather than surrender
- for the Fatherland

There is no retreat,
nor surrender, only honour
Victory is lost
but road is still open to Valhalla
Fighting to the last breath
- the bravest soldiers of Wotan
Defiant to the end for blood,
honour and fatherland

One’s own death has
no meaning in this final battle
Last moments of your life
will now become a legend
In each kill your will triumphs
over the enemy
In bloodlust you fight
and finally die for the ideal

Enemy approaches
and storms the bastion

All his comrades are fallen
and now it is his time
Last shot that ends one Bolshevik life
Before he goes down
in the hail of bullets
You may desecrate his lifeless corpse
You may lay him down
into nameless grave

He may be forgotten
and judged to disgrace
But his defiance will echo
thru the eternity

There is no retreat,
nor surrender, only honour
Victory is lost
but road is still open to Valhalla
fighting to the last breath
- the bravest soldiers of Wotan
defiant to the end for blood,
honour and fatherland

Your loyalty was true, your oath unbroken
Fallen hero of a higher cause

You gave your life when everything
was lost but the ideal
May you dine with gods now,
the true warrior of blood

Echoes of times now gone
Memories in blood and iron

Dark dreams of glory

Future lies ahead
Yet the past is still present
flows in our veins, now and forever…

Pagan heroism alien to Semitic thought

It still calls to us…
Echoes…

Aryan heroism, blood and spirit’s call
We still know what it means to us
And thus it all shall be built again…

Fields of blood
Discipline and wrath
Unstained aggression
Invictus – earn your place

Combat for survival
Under the emperor’s eyes
Lions and men, blood and honour…
Death…
Full of glory!

Grin of death – Gladius
Shining upon gore and sand
The strong shall survive
And the weak shall perish

Monotheist oppression
For two thousand years
Bounded our race into shame
Forced to kneel before the rotting Jew

Dawn of liberation is at hand
We release from our chains
The Wolf may howl again
We shall Dominate…

The obscured, Gods of Our Blood
Once as creatures of the dark
Forbidden instincts
Now take their turn

Like wolves we gather
We shall swear the oath of Blood
together against the Semitic lies

Our revolution – tonight!
Our true path revealed
By the light from the Black Sun

Once nothing
violence and threat
Has made me the man I am
Still evolving yet the path is clear
To be a warrior of my race

Deceived once yet not broken
Once alone against all
Few dare to stand by me…
Lone wolf, a pale beast

Let those know who despise
Only a sword may kill me!
Words are mere noise
And you are nothing but slaves

… Conquering my path
in this sole domain
In this somber night I fight alone!

Storming under the Wolven Sign
All bridges left behind to burn
There is no return, once called by blood
Through scythe of Death you shall reap

Glory of nations
Valiant sons of our race
Lycanthropy calls forth
The blazing true nature

Soldiers oath and creed
Bound to your Word
take what you always desired
In this storm of evil

Siegen für Wotan!

Fields of blood, harvest of Hate
from grim deeds to glory
And into eternal Memory

Songs of pride
The eternity opens
To those reaching to the stars

Storm of the Lycanthropes
Blades in the throat of the last man
In shadow of our march
the world may cry… Forevermore!

Sieg Heil

Commanding troops into line
Ordered forward to the gate
On this cold winter night
We shall conquer ours
and take even more

Beholding the fall of Jewish scriptures
Blood of angels over
the Spear of Destiny

Hordes hail the Sign of victory
Two sig runes with the Skull of Death
Standing triumphant in devastation
Ruins splattered with guts and gore
This is our hour!

Warriors of Asgardsrei
Brothers in blood and hate
Stormers of iron will
By loyalty and discipline
we shall reign

Talvi on pitkä
ja kesä ei anna lämpöään
Nälän viemä lapsikin
haudan lepoon lasketaan
On kuolema täältä satonsa
monesti korjannut
Mutta ei se ole koskaan
meitä voittanut

Tämä kansa voittaa
- sodan, kylmän, nälän

Kärsimys ja kuolema
- vain meitä vahvistaa
Tämä kansa voittaa
- sodan, kylmän, nälän
Tuhannet vuodet se kestää
- on tämä kansa ikuinen

On sotahuutomme
saanut mahtavimmankin
vihollisen pelkäämään
Ja meitä alistaneet
ovat aina perääntyneet
Olemme kylväneet tuhoa
ja kuolemaa ympäri Eurooppaa

Mutta Suomen maaperällä on meidän
Suurimmat kunnian kentät

On kansamme eloonjäänti
ikuinen taistelu
Vihollisemme meitä yrittää hävittää
Koitoksesta koitokseen
olemme kuitenkin aina selvinneet
Rautaisella sielulla
ja voittamattomalla tahdolla!

Tänä kansa voittaa
- sodan, kylmän, nälän
Kärsimys ja kuolema
- vain meitä vahvistaa
Suomi isänmaa – nousee uudestaan!
Tuhannet vuodet se kestää
- on tämä kansa ikuinen!

As our flags rise
once again in patriotic fervour
Filled with barbaric rage
we retake our streets
Traitors who sold our land
Face the day of reckoning
As filthy worms they are,
they now crawl under our feet

Our ranks grow
and reds cry for mercy
Our hate is finally unleashed
upon traitorous scum
Collaborators and enemies
of our people
Now must die
in middle of cheering crowds

Axe swings high and flashes in bright sunlight
In furious rage
of its wielder it swings
No steel feels remorse,
neither do we
As traitors skull breaks
and tainted blood flows
the moment of rightness
and vengeance is one
In purifying flames
burns the flesh of disgraced ones
the deed is done and music plays on
As we rise our voices to joyful songs

For our fatherland
we give our allegiance
Never for those who try to destroy it
For treason there is only
one punishment
One that serves our eternal bloodline