Pure primordial feeling, brutal feeling
A wolf pack wander in my mind
Burn, plunder, destroy, total war
Philosophize by looking the luminary sun
Konx-om-panx, the mystery is over
Once I saw a Christian church
I looked it with pure primordial exe
It
smells me this rottenness of Jehovah
This cheapness of the subhuman of the cross
I saw the flames burning the son of God and his saints
Day by day, year by year
You fade away, you get lost
In the new millennium and for the values that have been lost
I dream the world without the subhuman of Jehovah
I announce the return of the Overman
Who brings back all the sign of the Yggdrasill
All the amenities of the drama of life
For those of the blood
Who gave it in the battle
For those of the blood
A holocaust in front of God's eyes
2. Steppe
Son of Europa raise up your head
Wherever you see plain
Before it was a forest
Under the ice, have remained the traces
Of our arms!
When it's full moon
When the wind blows
Along with the path, you can hear a song
A song which tales, where we began to fight!
Invisible enemies
Along the path we crossed by
Between us different languages, but one tradition
Between us different nations, but one legion
We began spring
The woods where green (and) the trees in bloom
Beyond these mountains
There, where we stopped
Wounded by winter
We the new soldiers, while our hearts
Feel like we are Gods
Like we are silver eagles
We, the frozen eagles
From this path, we will not return again
Youth of Europa do not forget us!
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This cheapness of the subhuman of the cross
I saw the flames burning the son of God and his saints
Day by day, year by year
You fade away, you get lost
In the new millennium and for the values that have been lost
I dream the world without the subhuman of Jehovah
I announce the return of the Overman
Who brings back all the sign of the Yggdrasill
All the amenities of the drama of life
For those of the blood
Who gave it in the battle
For those of the blood
A holocaust in front of God's eyes
2. Steppe
Son of Europa raise up your head
Wherever you see plain
Before it was a forest
Under the ice, have remained the traces
Of our arms!
When it's full moon
When the wind blows
Along with the path, you can hear a song
A song which tales, where we began to fight!
Invisible enemies
Along the path we crossed by
Between us different languages, but one tradition
Between us different nations, but one legion
We began spring
The woods where green (and) the trees in bloom
Beyond these mountains
There, where we stopped
Wounded by winter
We the new soldiers, while our hearts
Feel like we are Gods
Like we are silver eagles
We, the frozen eagles
From this path, we will not return again
Youth of Europa do not forget us!