Scion of Glory & Pride

We can smell the blood
 Among the leaves and branches
 Taste the old forest breath
 So hateful and pagan in tongue
 We are brought to a place
 Sacred among our race
 Old gods watch our fight
 Strength and glory at our side
 The blood is still calling
 Wakes an instinct of wolves
 Hate in our blue eyes
 Pride of the alpha supreme
 The strong race is coming
 End of all Jehovah's life
 We must write again with blood
 Write the nature's laws
 Soon our throne is built again
 Made of Christian skulls
 The culture of mighty nation
 Is brought to life again
 Our beliefs in the ancient gods
 The sorceries are binding us
 With the victory and sign of the sun
 Magick strengthening our creed
 Our people, listen to the wolf
 Deep inside your soul it speak
 Honor, blood and cult of heathen man
 A white wolf of highest order
 We are cavalry with the might mares
 Young and strong, full of pride
 Strike with hate in our blue eyes
 Iron tyranny returns