Sign Of Fighters' Storm

Before my time has come to die and depart

I'll breathe for this thundering hate in my heart

No day or night not a moment shall I rest

For the voice of my blood is the echo of this quest

The essence of purity of power and of strength

In blood and valour we all must defend

To struggle and to die for this soil is the core

Of our inner raging fire to continue the war

Glaring, shining and flaming higher

Fighters eyes embraced by fire

By the light of the moon from the sky above

Revealed is a sign of fighters' storm

In the darkness of the woods an fighters' oath is sworn

A gestalt of a wolf a sign of werewolves' return

The rite of predators is storming through the halls

Our howl of fullmoon to mark our enemies' fall

In remembrance of a golden age in history

Of mesmerizing splendour a time of supremacy

Our marching ranks revived by a bond of loyalty

To become a spearhead to prevent this Nordic tragedy

Glaring, shining and burning brighter

Turned at the sky the eyes of fighter

The wheel of sun is rising before me

On my knees I'll greet it's golden blaze of glory