White light strikes into my eyes Like the crystal clear water that I drink from the pond Of purity Once we walked the forests of our forefathers Where they summoned the fires That was burning in our hearts It was long time ago when the snow was white and the nations were proud of what they taught to their daughters and sons Pagan way, pagan life it was meant to stay that way, to forever keep the heritage in our blood. Now awake your mind hear the nature calling us The people of aryan blood The time of barbarism has come!