I set a sign for my hate
  To darken the day
  To beat back the light
  (repeat)
  Winds storm above this wasteland
  A first flickering of rage
  Dark clouds keep me sheltered
  Don't move before moonrise
  Don't move before moonrise
  We gather in the name of our pagan ancestors
  The teutonic spirit burns in our hearts
  What once was ours will be taken back
  Rising our tribe like the upcoming winter-age
  Upcoming winter-age
  Like in the ancient days
  We honour the cryptic place
  Where we receive our visions
  Was christian blood sacrificed