In the mist of the spite and the darkness of today,
drowned in the decadence of the age of human degragation,
deep inside of the heart of my race,
I can see the flash of the lightning of my faith
drowned in the decadence of the age of human degragation,
deep inside of the heart of my race,
I can see the flash of the lightning of my faith
Flags with runes flew at European battlegrounds,
clashing iron and steel - I can hear the "Words of the High One"
clashing iron and steel - I can hear the "Words of the High One"
I gather the power for my life,
Gifts of gods I receive with a pride
Gifts of gods I receive with a pride
As bloody skies becomes overcast (my hatred grows),
dusk comes with the anthem of The God of War,
white dawn swirls with blood into my veins (when the duty calls),
destruction of the monstrous breed must be our sacred creed
dusk comes with the anthem of The God of War,
white dawn swirls with blood into my veins (when the duty calls),
destruction of the monstrous breed must be our sacred creed
Songs of oak are written in my memories,
now I perceive our folk's mysteries
now I perceive our folk's mysteries
Flying like the wind, shining like the sun,
from the Aryan fire, blood and soil we are born,
Flying like the wind, shining like the sun,
from the Aryan fire, blood and soil we are born
from the Aryan fire, blood and soil we are born,
Flying like the wind, shining like the sun,
from the Aryan fire, blood and soil we are born
I can see the light,
that will wake us from this nightmare,
I hear a voice that sounds like a storm,
like the burst of vengeance
that will wake us from this nightmare,
I hear a voice that sounds like a storm,
like the burst of vengeance
Hail Wotan, Hail the Folk,
step into the new era of Aryan man,
Hail the fourteen words !
step into the new era of Aryan man,
Hail the fourteen words !
Flying like the wind, shining like the sun,
from the Aryan fire, blood and soil we are born,
Flying like the wind, shining like the sun,
from the Aryan fire, blood and soil we are born
from the Aryan fire, blood and soil we are born,
Flying like the wind, shining like the sun,
from the Aryan fire, blood and soil we are born
Creed of Iron !
Creed of Iron !
Creed of Iron !
Creed of Iron !
Creed of Iron !
Creed of Iron !
Creed of Iron
- Creed of iron
- A storm comes with the ra..
- The stranger
- The strong survive
- The tears are coming
- A servant when he reignet..
- Secular law
- Ode to Bob Mathews
Buldok texty
- 1. Probuď se, Evropo
- 2. Valkýra
- 3. In Memoriam in Perpetuum
- 4. Norimberk
- 5. Meč otců
- 6. Patriot
- 7. Poslední legiony
- 8. Screwface
- 9. Bílý králík
- 10. Národe vstaň!