Scion Of Glory And Pride

We can smell the bloodAmong the leaves and branchesTaste the old forest breathSo hateful and pagan in tongueWe are brought to a placeSacred among our raceOld gods watch our fightStrength and glory at our sideThe blood is still callingWakes an instinct of wolvesHate in our blue eyesPride of the alpha supremeThe strong race is comingEnd of all Jehovah's lifeWe must write again with bloodWrite the nature's lawsSoon our throne is built againMade of Christian skullsThe culture of mighty nationIs brought to life againOur beliefs in the ancient godsThe sorceries are binding usWith the victory and sign of the sunMagick strengthening our creedOur people, listen to the wolfDeep inside your soul it speakHonor, blood and cult of heathen manA white wolf of highest orderWe are cavalry with the might maresYoung and strong, full of prideStrike with hate in our blue eyesIron tyranny returns