Contemplating the fields of snow

I perceive my own eternity

At night I see all in black and white

Concrete and filth disappear under a shroud of white purity

But sometimes some pest shadows and jangles of humanity

Appear in the middle of my fatherland

And bring me back to this putrid present

Sons of Wotan

Sons of Teutates

We are our own pride

We are our own future

We must protect our sacred children

And transmit them our great culture

Sons of Wotan

Sons of Tuetates

Remember our believes

Remember our roots

We are the heirs of Europa

We are the heirs of pagan blood