Nokturnal Mortum The Call Of Aryan Spirit
the voice calling me into darkness, open the gates through which I'll leave the call of the ancient blood calls me to fight the call of slavonic blood aryan lands with the boundless expanse through milleniums come to me the forests and steppers everything I own is given to the damned jewish tribe my blood is calling me, and I won't calm down until I taste the smell of their blood the moon whispers about the darkness the stars are leading me through the clouds silver people with white skin are gathering to perform a rite the wisemen are cursing on the jewish scum and I see the white man's power! spit in jewish faces, cut them into pieces let them choke with their lie let the woods grow up on their corpses only white man's power! we are the only ones to have the right for this land! it's ours, indeed! these rivers have been flowing together with our blood for ages this grass has grown on the bodies of our killed warriors hey, stay with us, our aryan spirit! let our slavonic blood boil up with our hatred hey, our land, stay with us! let every step on our land turn for the damnation on jews! white power, you have to destroy of useless tribes under your glorious obsession! because they are not people, they are worms whose mission is only parasitism let the aryan spirit support us! the war is sacred! total war!
