Memory and Destiny

On a cold sunrise out of ashes

I will resurrect in the shine of red sacrifice

I which has seen the twilight of the Gods

I will come back in old faith and full of strength

I the monument of eternity

out of personal will and anger

where I lost and cheated my death

I will resurrect on a cold sunrise

My fate has been written in ancient runes

On a cold stone sarcofago

My name will return to light

on a day when no one will be able to hear it...

Memories of heroes never die

Cries and the Lament of woman the wind will shun

The virgins of Rhine will bring forth the sword

the mark on the sarcofago will be erased

Monuments full of praise

It will uncover my ashes

The swastika is my life, its my blood

On a cold sunrise I will recall the memories

about a faith which once was

about brave man which already fought

and committed their deeds of fate

The Gods lost with Eternity

which defeated them with its monotone ways

on a cold sunrise mist will greet me

and rays of the rising swastika

Spirit and Will, Memory and Fate

Blood of Atlanteans, Runes of Rise