Banners fly as we march through the plains 

On the path towards the unholy war 

The wind from the horizon carries the stench 

Of our enemies who await us in fear 



In the last rays of the setting sun 

A thought passes of a new dawn, a new age 

Still, by blood and by sacrifice 

It shall, of our master's grace, be ours 



Strife, anger, blood and fire 

A sacrifice is made 

To rot with the corpses or survive 

To hear The Chant Of The Barbarian Wolves 



Litanies have been spoken, time is at hand 

When the claws of iron will drink their chalice 

A warblessed wine that consecrates our aim 

The seal of blood as a sing of victory 



Strike hard,without forgiveness 

When armour and flesh are torn apart 

Our dawn will break to show no light 

For the jews ravaged whit no remorse 



Strife, anger, blood and fire 

A sacrifice is made 

To rot with the corpses or survive 

To hear The Chant Of The Barbarian Wolves