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