We shall rise, and we Shall hasten   On the paths of our ancestors   We will pick up our broken and rusted swords   And we will pierce them, for the death carrying steel   A tribe will be reborn through the blood   That eternally runs in the sons of Wotan   Forgotten tongue, and forgotten crests   Will be brought back to Earth   Let's arise so that we can step on the paths of   Honor and pride, and to be hailed with praise   The white warrior of Wotan will once again   Plunge his sword into the age-long enemy's heart      [*]   The bastards of the viper Yahweh    will beg for mercy on their knees   We will feed the Earth with their blood   We, the folk of winter and frost   The warriors of the Pagan North   Harden your hearts and bravery   Because the day of our uprising is near   We will revive from the ashes of ancient praise   Which is not forgotten, and not obliterated    We will arise once again, to return praise to our Gods      Swords will shine again, in the light of fire and thunder   The four wings of the Sun will waft upon the paths of our fate   Once again. White children will be proud of their   Fathers and their Mothers   We shall rise, ad we shall hasten   On the paths of honor and pride   White warrior of Wotan folk of water and frost   The white warriors of Wotan will once again   Plunge his sword into the age-long enemy's heart      [REPEAT *]