Der Schwarze Orden

In the forest of broken crossesThe aryan wind has blownThe blazing torch of death's majestyReflected on the skullTorching winds of warThe semite creation in ashesThe remains blown away to the pastOf the new Hyperborean orderDas Schwarze OrdenDas Zeichen der Sonne am Horizon!And the star that lights the nightIs the eye of the one with hornsHorizon engulfed in red cloudsA thundering roar as the star of david is crushedThe slow death of degenerationA new order of wisdom is at hand