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In a place where there is no god of semits

Our victorious ideas are blooming

The cross of the brave spangled banners

are all around

Hands risen towards the sun

The holy race - war

In the Honour of our White race

Hatred to the enemies, native pride

Aryan blood runs all the time

The victory is in our hands

The power and the strenght of our minds

kills the numb swines

Our path is marked with the sign of the sun

Path to the Aryan realm

The throne of the invincible