ŞARKI SÖZÜ
Rearmament for the ultimate war
Without mercy without compassion
When we meet again
Eye to eye at the great pagan battle...
We the nocturnal ones
Not bound by their laws
For we are enemies of god
The god of the deceiver Nazarene
We who live in the north
Are the pagan people
We are tribes of the woods
With our own myths of paganism
In the past we were cursed
Oppressed by the Church
Of the so-called true god
His cross of weakness is our disgrace
But we are strong
Our hearts are filled with hate
We feel the need
Their holiness to desecrate
We will strike back
Tear their religion apart
And stab the pagan dagger
Deep in their heart
We will rebuild our kingdom
For eternity
Which former was
Our souls will be free
Again
This will be the pagan victory
Called
Endsieg
