1. THE MEAD OF POETRY

(Instrumental)


2. HEAVENS ABLAZE

Under the banner of W.A.R.
United by blood and steel
Brothers of Aryan might
Marching through these foreign fields

May the halls of our enemies burn
As our torches blaze in the Night sky
Drunk on the blood of our enemies
On a quest for heathen supremacy

Christ Jew, exalted in mockery
Bleeding his priests and enslaving their families
Doomed to be broken and conquered again
We drink to unholy blasphemies

I consecrate these foreign lands with the blood of my enemies
A grand sacrifice to our native gods
Let us march to victory...
Heavens ablaze!

slaughtered remains of the lecherous knaves
Doomed to be broken and conquered again
We drink to unholy blasphemies
Marching in victory, heavens ablaze!

Struggle to crush the ways of Abraham
Worthless traditions from sterile desert lands
Trample on their temples, violate their god
Scourging the pious of all holy blood


3. DREAMS OF GOLD

Our empire whose borders are boundless
With the glory of an aeon of our reich
A land so pure in the name of our forefathers
Where foundations were laid with Dreams of Gold

Cult of the conquerors laying waste to foreign lands
Their plunder so vast to build temples of our native Gods
Our heathen empire enriched by their triumph
So true to the Gods of our Thulean race

To build an empire with the folk of our kind
A future for the name of our people
Runes of blood foretold by the fates and their glories
Emblazoned in the darkness of his single eye

A being of wisdom and immortal glory,
His halls of gold forever on our minds


4. WOLF & WAR

Immersed in unholy night
In rapture by the full moon
Embraced in Pagan warlust
Sunwheel spinning in my heart

My will to power
For the glory of our kind
In the cloak of unholy darkness
Wolfen legions prepare for war

To build a tower
To shine over all the earth
So our glory may shine
And eclipse all inferior

For the future of our race
And to preserve our great culture
No foreign ways shall pass
Through these heathen doors

Oh, Wolf and War!!!


5. MAIDEN OF THE PUREST BLOOD

With eyes brighter than our Pagan sun
Who could nourish the whole of the earth with her beauty
A depth unfathomed to gaze upon her
For she is fairer than the open sea

A heart of gold for a maiden so pure
So true in her spirit of ancient beauty
In her blood the struggle of our race
A testament to the light of purity

To champion a maiden so pure
Is more valuable than immortal glory
For in her eyes I see the doors
To Valhalla

Our march to war
Is enriched by the promise of her company
For we fight for the preservation of her kind
The triumph of our race in these times of futility...