The Chant Of The Barbarian Wolves

Banners fly as we march through the plains

On the path towards the unholy war

The wind from the horizon carries the stench

Of our enemies who await us in fear

In the last rays of the setting sun

A thought passes of a new dawn, a new age

Still, by blood and by sacrifice

It shall, of our master's grace, be ours

Strife, anger, blood and fire

A sacrifice is made

To rot with the corpses or survive

To hear The Chant Of The Barbarian Wolves

Litanies have been spoken, time is at hand

When the claws of iron will drink their chalice

A warblessed wine that consecrates our aim

The seal of blood as a sing of victory

Strike hard,without forgiveness

When armour and flesh are torn apart

Our dawn will break to show no light

For the jews ravaged whit no remorse

Strife, anger, blood and fire

A sacrifice is made

To rot with the corpses or survive

To hear The Chant Of The Barbarian Wolves