From ages Their carry sword of Swarg Leaving behind them the blaze, wild fear Winners in hundred battles and skirmishes Power and Glory of cruel White Gods Flaming desire of rule and conquest We invade and crush any strike Earth belongs only to tough warriors Blood of defeated army is spalshing everywhere Hear noises of taken slaves Defeateds are groaning in pain under our feets Fanfares for fearless wolfs Always ready to fight and crush Our homestead is bloody battlefield Guts are banner of our enemies In shine of radiant invincible Sun We taking delight of bestial murder In rhythm of drums of war We roaring triumphant Like wolfs at winter time to new moon
