In the forest of broken crosses   The aryan wind has blown   The blazing torch of death's majesty   Reflected on the skull      Torching winds of war   The semite creation in ashes   The remains blown away to the past   Of the new Hyperborean order      Das Schwarze Orden   Das Zeichen der Sonne am Horizon!      And the star that lights the night   Is the eye of the one with horns      Horizon engulfed in red clouds   A thundering roar as the star of david is crushed   The slow death of degeneration   A new order of wisdom is at hand