In the shield of the Sun is the power   The light of the Aryan knowledge   The four wings of the sun   The hope of spirits, and the strength of will   As proud ancient Gods stand by his side   Wotan raises his shield to protect me from the shine   Women and children   Old warriors   Stone statues   Cold eyes and bright eyes   The four wings of the sun   Feed my pride and will   Their shade that falls on the Earth   Paves the way of my dreams   The paths that I walk upon    Lead me through the darkness   There where my fate is; the warriors old faith   The earth hides the truth of past centuries within herself   I feel her breath and strength   Within her the spirits lay, which call upon us to fulfill our duty   The battle for souls will soon come to be   Runes will speak in ancient tongue   The Runes which wrote my path of life   The Gods look upon me, form their Golden thrones   Above their heads a bright symbol shines   The four wings of the Sun   The ancient Aryan sign    Wotan rises his shield   To protect me from the shine